Poems by Anne Knight
Anne Knight Poetic Snacks
A Holiday in East Anglia
A city old and rich in history.
A Georgian theatre, a market square.
Majestic Cathedral with gardens fair.
So little time: so much to see!
There’s scarcely time for a cup of tea.
We’re dining at Ickworth at half past two.
After a talk, the house we view,
And all its treasures from far away.
There’s much to see - we’d like to stay.
And as we leave, we all can say
It has really been a perfect day.
Sunday morning and once again
Black clouds are back and heavy rain.
But our hearts are light and faces smile
As the coach travels on for many a mile.
At the Wild Fowl Centre we have to wait.
Better be early than too late!
We now receive, from our thoughtful host,
A plentiful supply of toast
To feed the birds and off we go.
So much to see makes progress slow.
Swans and ducks and geese are there.
All types and colours, and species rare.
After lunch we journey on
To visit a mansion – Somerton.
It’s a large and stately home
With lovely gardens where we might roam.
Time has flown - we leave again.
A lovely day despite the rain!
Monday dawns, our last day here.
Perhaps we’ll come next year!
We must not miss a single second
Sandringham to-day has beckoned,
But first we’ll see the lavender farm.
Beware of bees! But they mean no harm.
To Sandringham at length we come.
The Queen, alas, was not at home.
So back to Norwich we return.
We’ve had so many things to learn
Our minds are full of buried treasure.
Which we shall think about at leisure!
Discovered by Ann Knight and written by a friend of her mother.
The Gardener
I love to sit by the kitchen door.
I’ve sieved the soil from an old green container.
I’ve washed the sieve, it leans by the pipe
All clean for another day.
As I sit and look from my easy seat
By the door with a cuppa in my hand
The silence is lovely, the yellow poppies wave.
A sound of someone breaking bricks
With a bang and then a stop, there it goes again.
Marigolds, the old type, wait to be put in.
The gardener is having a quiet moment
Sitting in her favourite chair.
By Anne Knight
A Quiet Moment of Thought
Quiet at last, the room is cool.
Fire out, no burning of the eye from heat.
No TV, No roar of traffic.
Just thinking.
Someone coughs next door,
The break of silence.
Two dolls sit on a chair, side by side.
Husband gone to bed.
For tomorrow brings an early rising.
Work calls – shifts.
I look around at my room in silence.
Dolls stand on book cupboard – silent.
Photo of family smiles,
I smile back.
My CD holders are full. Need another one.
Under the coffee table lies my jigsaw.
Not done yet.
The train on the wall smokes away
At full steam.
Time to switch off lights, for bedtime calls.
Goodnight.
By Anne Knight
TALKING CLOUDS
Clouds rush past my window, left to right they go.
‘Come on,’ says Dragon Cloud, in his small dark coat.
The big clouds laugh. ‘Do you think so?’ a slower cloud answers.
Blue Sky looks through her spectacles of cloud.
‘Why, I’m a lovely blue.
If you rush by I might get a look at the world.’
Clouds all hummed on uninterested.
The little Dark Cloud loves racing.
Some came slowly, chugging like a train.
‘You’re hiding me,’ says Blue Sky.
‘We don’t care,’ snorts Pink Plume Cloud.
‘I want to show the people how nice I am because I’m Blue Sky.’
Thick clouds cover Blue Sky,
She says in a small voice, ‘A bit of blue please.’
‘No, we will not,’ replies Thick Cloud.
‘But I can hardly be seen.’
Big Cloud moves on to another place with a smile.
‘Thanks,’ says Blue Sky.
‘It’s time to put a light blue dress on for all to see.’
A wall of Pink Cloud passes in a hurry, the cloud blushes.
Blue Sky looks at a small bit of Umber Cloud.
‘Why, you’re small!’
‘Yes, I’m only little. You won’t mind me, will you?’
‘Oh,’ says Blue Sky, ‘No.’ Came the answer.
‘Well,’ says Blue Sky, ‘You’ll have time to grow.’
‘Oh good,’ says Blue Sky, ‘Now I can really put my blue dress on.’
A tiny Fluffy Cloud passes by. ‘Do not forget you’re shoes.’
By Anne Knight