I share the air I breathe
with the buzzard hunched atop the pole
the porpoise in his flashing roll
the hilltops’ stately trees
and butterflies and bees;
I feel the thermal’s lazy lift
I know the flowers’ sun-blest gift
and birdsong after rain –
and I’m a child again.
You commented that my poem 'Sleep, Hibernate, Shut Down' had the same underlying message as what drove this poem of yours ie Choose Life!
ReplyDeleteI notice how similar the features you pick from your landscape are to mine e.g the buzzards on the thermals, the butterflies, the bees.I also have a poem called Second Childhood which talks about returning to childhood memories when in the garden and reminded by rose petals and pea rows of being that child with Dad in the garden. I will maybe post it to your blog in a comment space.
If I remember this poem correctly, Sally, it has a gorgeous photo with it. Please may I copy it into a blogspot with the photo?
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