The hurricane had his eye on me
Because I was where I shouldn't be
Walking in the wild world; that's what I do
As the wind showed me how well he blew
Thought I'd shelter in the forest deep
Perhaps lay down there and have some sleep
Where the storm couldn't see where I was
Not a good excuse, lets say "Just because!"
I must say I was not hiding alone
Creatures quiet but wild wind did drone
It lasted for over an hour or two
Then got home as wife was making stew
She turned round and looked at dishevelled me
And said "Good, you are home in time for tea"
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Home. Loved one. Tea.
ReplyDeleteNow THAT'S the calm amid the storm, eh?
Nothing like a bracing cup of tea after a wild time outdoors
ReplyDeleteDelightful, the tea as well!
ReplyDeleteHaha nothing better then tea after such a threat of a storm or the hurricane who had an eye on you Great
ReplyDeleteA diverting tale!
ReplyDeleteNow I understand the term "walk on the wild side" !! An enjoyable read, as always.
ReplyDelete☺what a wife, lucky guy. Tea's a winner anytime
ReplyDeleteMuch💙love
Could she make me some sticky toffee pudding to to with my tea?
ReplyDeleteDo you think that she had thoughts of coming to look for you? It is dangerous to be out in those winds, even in the eye. If a board or a piece of a building hits you at those speeds you'd be dead.
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Nice personification of the hurricane, Robin! After I read your poem, I couldn’t get that old Binnie Hale song out of my head: ‘I like a nice cup of tea in the morning…’
ReplyDeleteAfter a stroll on the wild side, a nice cup of tea--from an understanding mate--is just the thing.
ReplyDeleteWhat could be better than returning home to your good lady and in time for tea?
ReplyDelete(I love the sound of tea being poured into a cup - so comforting.)
Anna :o]
I like this! :D
ReplyDeleteTwo halves of a good whole: being out in the weather, and then the warm and the dry and the tea. Lovely.
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