An otter swam up the canal Swimming the backstroke rolling like a barrel Smiling with delight Its nose parting the water Doing the Harbour stroll Contented in its contentment Suddenly, the danger is spotted Within a second, there's pandemonium Waterhens come from nowhere Ducks gather around him All are shouting and flapping their wings The… Continue reading AN OTTER SWAM UP THE CANAL
Category: Poems
Blackbird singing in Basin Street
Blackbird singing in Basin Street. As evening kisses the day The lamp outside is the setting sun Its light steals the night away All around our little house That means so much to me Whispers of a misty evening Romances the gentle tree So let us celebrate each moment. As the stars multiply… Continue reading Blackbird singing in Basin Street
Blackbird singing in Basin Street
Blackbird singing in Basin Street As evening kisses the day The lamp outside is the setting sun Its light steals the night away All around our little house That means so much to me Whispers of a misty evening Romances the gentle tree So let us celebrate each moment. As the stars multiply in the… Continue reading Blackbird singing in Basin Street
I FILL MY POES
I fill my poems With the rhythm of the river The music of the Eternal Giver I can stand long and long Watching a thrush coax a blackbird Into song.
HINDSIGHT IS A DANGEROUS THING
Hindsight is the damnedest thing All my yesterdays Resolved When the mist clears The thistle shines And I see a stone In spring waters.
ROBIN ROBIN
Robin Robin on a tree Will you stop and sing for me Not of Jackdaw or of Crow But the little tune we know
I WATCHED THE MOON
I watched the moon Walking down the avenue Through an acre of birds Asleep and dreaming
THE STARLINGS HAVE GATHERED
The starlings have gathered In their brownie black Flying in triumph There and back They screen to sun Like salty sand Thrown like grains from an open hand And maybe Or maybe not This is my lot To sit and dream upon my back Watching the starlings in brownie black
Daffodils are a month early
THRUSH
Your singing stopped me In my tracks Spotted beauty all alone On a swaying branch Your notes combine To make a melody You sing for yourself Not even the wind disturbs Your perfect harmony The song of your father No cage could hold you But bars would silence you Your song penetrates yourself So complete… Continue reading THRUSH