In winter's bleak hour ~ A bountiful bush preserves ~ Glistening berries
There was an old crab that hurried Light on her feet in a scurry. When caught in the rocks Her eyes wound like clocks As the tide came in in a flurry.
The beach can be a lonely place For hermit crabs, sole fish and shell. The horizon is an endless desert For monsters Who beach up and stare... But when I look up, All I see on the horizon Is a HUGE, GYNORMOUS, ENDLESS stretch of MUM!
A Trickling stream thaws the silent dawn while bright eyes wink awake from the water watching for a twinkling little robin, red as the ripened berries at Christmas.
When I march hurriedly, I do it in mum’s shadow! When I play clumsily I do it in mum’s shadow! And when the heat From marching and playing Make me drink noisily, I do it in mum’s shadow!
Wait for the smoke of a bush fire To char the tough fur black and dry And let drip a lean, beating tongue, Then paint its delicate ankles With bandages to sooth the burns. At this sorry sight, most would cry, So give its tail a cotton tip And stand its ears up like... Continue Reading →