poetry

“I am here,” the night breeze whispers As she slips o’er the windowsill And gently caresses my skin

Loneliness sets in When I turn off the lights And all I have for company Are the shadows

Not all spiders are hairy and scary, Some of them are really quite nice. They spend their day chasing bad bugs away, So before you squish one, think twice!

‘Twas late one dreadful, droomy night, While trying to forget a fright, I gently sipped a cup of tea, When my wife’s voice floated up to me. “Oh Arthur, dear,” I heard her say, “Some-one has come and gone away. “They left no name, no street address, “Just handed me this rumpled mess.” I took the parcel from her hand And set it ‘top my chair-side stand. Then, once my wife had left the room,

I do not fear the winter time – The drifts of snow, the freezing cold, For every leaf must turn and fall, And every young man must grow old. I do not fear the winter time, Since winter surely turns to spring, When ice gives way to tender buds, And robins hatch and learn to sing. Oh, I am in my summer now, And autumn – it will be sublime,

If bees built bombs and not honey, Oh, what kind of world would it be? Would bears lay siege to bee-bunkers, And not spend their days climbing trees? What of the humble bee keeper, Would power go straight to his head? When crossing the hive, instead of alive, Would you suddenly find yourself dead? I don’t think a world without honey Is one in which I’d want to stay. I’d rather spend time tasting clover field wine,

Atop the blade of grass he stood – The mighty little ant that could. “Why climb,” the other ants had asked? “Because it’s there,” he’d said at last.

When I am no longer an age gone by Nor the hint of a memory past What part of my name will forever remain What letter will fade away last?

A haiku for you - First, five syllables, and then Seven plus five more.

A very tiny kangaroo About three inches high Hopped up to me one afternoon And looked me in the eye “Why hello Roo, how do you do?” I asked the little guy (He had no pouch Which is how, you see That I knew that the roo Was a he and not she) The roo and me, we drank some tea As the afternoon rolled by We lay in the grass and watched the clouds