|
|
|
|
Moaning I see the sky it’s so blue, There again my mind is too. Should I have gone somewhere? Or is it just this cold, cold air? Is the sun a thing of the past? Will the summer never last? In the autumn it’s so great We can all stay up late. With the spring it brings The lasting things. Like the bee that stings, The insects that bite. It makes me look such A sight.
Cows Cows are quite malodorous Sometimes quite tedious, But never hideous, they are Slow, but never fast, they are Never in a rush, and yet they Provide their milk for us.
Did we? Didn’t we do well to tackle global warming? Didn’t we do well to educate our children? Didn’t we do well to tackle the war head on? Didn’t we do well to stop animals being killed? Didn’t we do well to stop drug use? Didn’t we do well to give the police full power? But did we do well in all or some of these things??
Insight The trees are green. The prettiest colour You’ve ever seen. The sky is blue, Do you think that will Suit you? The daffodils are yellow. This colour makes you Feel all mellow. The waves are white. This shows up at night. Roses are red, But they don’t make us Feel full of dread. Our eyes are green, grey, Brown or blue. Something we can look through.
It Was Meant Thank God we have all our dreams. Thank God for our flowers and streams. Thank God above for all my love. I know it goes beyond and above. I met you and you met me While we were out at sea. I said you’re my moon and stars, You said you’re my Jupiter and Mars. We both knew this was meant to be. So now I have you and you’ve got me.
Moles When spring comes around You’ll hear the sweet sounds. We hear all the birds sing. Yes, we know when it’s spring. We hear all bells chime, And see the harvest time. All the flowers bloom. We see a bride and groom. You’ll gather the hay On a bright warm day. When it’s cold and wet We know winter is set. There’s snow and ice, It’s not always so nice. Our climate has changed, It’s such a shame. No time for fun and games. Time to burrow again. We’ll dig lots of holes, As you see - we are moles.
These are for You Old, young or middle aged, Married, single or engaged. Able or disabled. On walking sticks Or in Wheelchair. Fast or slow. Our steps are low. Our buses are for everyone. Kids alone or with their mum. By Rita Joel Rita's Poetic Nibbles click play button for streaming audio |
|
|
