A happy and rexaling poeem afte the recent frazzles, Sarah.
Enjoyed it.
SallyE
on 19/4/03 10:11 pm, Sarah Janes at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> To good to be indoors.
>
> I woke up one morning and no one was cleaning cars
> the doves and hawks were dancing, romancing,
> eyes closed, with only the children peeping
> by the millions the gnomes and statues thought of mother.
>
> No one declared this day a prayer-a-thon
> comedians and celebs turned their grinners off
> weathermen pocketed clouds, stuck up a high
> little men twitched on silver threads like flies.
>
> The people scooped up petals from their roses,
> other mothers sons rode a wind, thrown like posies,
> many a garden in a moment became forlorn.
> The fathers will trim their edges, each Sunday morn
>
> then silently whittle away with their pruning knives,
> after washing muddy stairs, wives simply sit down, and sit.
>
>
> Daniel Janes.
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