My Crazmad Book of Poems
Page 6
rained all day,
No sign of the sun,
It was hiding away.
I stepped through the grass,
Submerged by the rain,
It was a cold, dark day,
‘Cos it rained all day.
My feet got wet.
In the water all around,
I felt as though,
My bones were drowned.
By the end of the day,
Of falling H20,
Rising up from the ground,
Springs began to flow.
Having suffered enough,
I retired to bed,
Submerged my face in a book,
And sailed away in my head.
The Blackbird’s Song
At half past five I heard it sing,
Perched high upon the post,
Its song greets the new day,
With beautiful tone and notes.
Each year I wait for that magical day,
When it starts the song anew,
It’s the very same yet changed somehow,
Is this noticed by only the few?
I often think and ponder this,
That if it didn’t happen just so,
If the song stayed the same each year,
Would I hold it just as dear?
Next time you’re out on a fine spring day,
Listen to the blackbird’s song,
Remember me and remember it,
And enjoy his song so rare.
The First Swallow
I caught my first glimpse of a swallow today,
It was flying above me in the fair month of May.
It was a balmy, clear evening, with blue turning red,
My senses leaped skyward to the bird in my ahead.
As it flew past me not missing a beat,
I tried to keep watching its miraculous feat.
Until it disappeared, vanished from view,
Leaving me empty and feeling so blue.
Appearing again, in a dive and a rush,
It swooped towards me, tweeting why all the fuss?
Then higher and higher I followed her flight,
Finding each other, we knew it was right.
We will have a summer, a good summer this year,
For God touched my heart when he opened the door,
To the wonder, the marvel and the beauty there is,
Surrounding us daily; life is surely no quiz!
I’m NOT Mad!!!
I’m not mad; mad, mad, mad,
I’m not mad, not me!
I'm not mad, mad, mad, mad,
I’m not mad, hee hee.
I’M NOT MAD!
We’ll, not so much that anyone would notice, would they?