Wednesday, 27 February 2019
The cloudy day
I can remember as a child
When spring days were warm and mild
I'd run in fields so close to us
And lay me down on the grass
I looked up to the sky above
And this is what I really love
The clouds sped by at such a pace
Going to some other place
I liked it there now all alone
Just me and the insects' drone
Far from my bully brother
All alone needed no other
Until I see Billy from school
We often used to play the fool
So off we raced through the long grass
And watching clouds was in the past
How we need to refresh ourselves
Running free like forest elves
Wading in woodland streams
Living out our childish dreams
Mum will be cross I'm in the creek
Now seeing sun is near its peak
Must get home before our lunch
Brother's sure to give me a punch
I look back up in the sky again
The dark clouds now look like rain
Have to stay in this afternoon
School holidays end far too soon
Image found at https://pixabay.com/photos/field-clouds-sky-agriculture-533541/
Sunday, 24 February 2019
No clouds in sight
It's a bright sunny day with no clouds in sight
I drive down the beach to check the tide
I wear my swim trunks but still can't decide
Are the waves smooth or will they put up a fight?
Relax as I drive to the free car park
Just a few here and the sea is quite calm
Bathers on, just take towel and creamy balm
It looks like the sand worms are having a lark
Wormholes show how the worms have been quite busy
Place bits and pieces on patch of dry sand
Have a paddle before I work out plan
Yikes! The water's freezing it makes me quite dizzy
Perhaps I'll go straight back home, (So I think)
I chide myself wading into the shallows
Until I'm passed by some other fellows
Maybe it's not that cold, wade in and slowly sink
So this initial trial then wakes me right up
And soon I am riding the waves with style
Swimming around having fun for a while
Got back home just before lunch and quite buoyed up!
Image found at https://pixabay.com/en/people-man-swim-sport-hobby-water-2586821/
Labels:
Humour,
Poetry,
Real Toads,
Swimming,
The Sunday Whirl
Saturday, 23 February 2019
I watch the wedge tail eagle fly
I watch the wedge tail eagle fly
Soaring around high in the sky
Morning sun shines he sees for miles
He's king up there and so he smiles
And so do I so near the sea
I'm glad the shore is close to me
The beach is calm for its mid week
So sit me down to have a peek
I do not have to wait too long
Before some dolphins come along
Elated with this gorgeous day
I'm glad my walk took me this way
Once before I had walked this path
When oceans fury was in such wrath
All birds and critters had long fled
As sailors benediction said
Certainly it's great in the wild
I have gone there since a small child
There's a prophecy that does say
"Let nature nurse you every day"
If we could nurture nature too
Not see forests embers burnt through
Humans should take a gentler line
Then everything would turn out fine
Image 1 found at https://www.tripadvisor.com.au/
Image 2 found at https://pixabay.com/en/wave-atlantic-pacific-ocean-huge-1913559/
Labels:
Conservation,
Nature,
Poetry,
Poets United,
Sunday Whirligig
Sun's shining face
Oh Spring come along
Where are your blue skies aglow?
And Sun's shining face
We need rainfall too
So that our seeds can all thrive
Then farmers can smile
Busy bees please come
There's much work for you to do
Fertilize this plants
Much thanks go to you
For the work all you have done
Fine harvest we'll reap
Image found at:https://pixabay.com/en/agriculture-field-food-farm-bauer-1646560/
Thursday, 21 February 2019
I make a mistake
This poem is being awoken that causes a fright
This poem is hearing crying on a starlit night
This poem is a nudge in the back by my wife
This poem's about my turn to tend to the love of my life
So up and off to our sweet daughter's pink crib I go
So pick her up, tears vanish as a kiss I bestow
So a sweet smile comes on her now beaming face
So I smile too as she now looks around the whole place
We go off to the kitchen to warm some milk for her
We see a bottle of beer in there but I must demur
We warm up the milk in saucepan but make a mess
We put it in a bottle she drinks I give her a caress
I make a mistake by taking her in our room
I see at once that her face is now all abloom
I see that my dear wife is shaking her sweet head
I know now that I have to find another bed
Image found at https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/252201647869405238/
Wednesday, 20 February 2019
With some birds
My idea of fun you see
Is going out to climb a tree
To see far off to distant places
And laugh at little kids jealous faces
I poke a snoot down below
To see some birds strut to and fro
I drop some acorns from this old oak tree
They show no surprise unaware of me
Not knowing there's a human here
They look around; the coast is clear
But when I then squawk with a bird like noise
They jump with such fear and lose all their poise
They don't see me up above
The first to fly are all the doves
Starlings and thrushes don't give a hoot
While wiley blackbird looks up so astute
Sees this human perching high
Shakes his head and flies up in the sky
Wonder if he tells them where I am
For all at once the whole flock did scram
Mum asked where I'd been, when home
In those days it was safe to roam
"Oh with some birds that are my best friends"
How strange she looks as she misunderstands
Image found at https://pixabay.com/en/oak-tree-individually-nature-354641/
"Poke a snoot" means to treat haughtily or to peer at. Snoot or snooter meaning nose.
Sunday, 17 February 2019
Walking at night
How I like walking at night
When the Moon's shining bright
No! Trees don't sleep at night
Just like us humans do
They've still got plenty to do
Like breathing out CO2
But when the Moon disappears
We humans tremble with fears
Find we are shedding tears
As we are all alone
And hear dead zombies moan
It's not beauty I smell...(groan!)
Image found at https://pixabay.com/en/moon-at-night-moonlight-full-moon-54671/
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