There was a young man named Blewitt Who stood on a hilltop in Druitt He measured its height And said with delight It’s not a hill – it’s a mountain – I knew it! picture courtesy of https://www.intofilm.org/films/16055
Limerick XIII
Tag: nature poems
Joey
Oh, the cloud it turned to dark and the sun had lost its spark and the tear-drops they were falling from the sky Joey felt a droplet land in his hand – (he’s got it) then another fell and the Earth - it starts to cry The grass had turned to mud and … Continue reading Joey
Haiku poetry VIII
Hummingbirds float free Oh, time and richest beauty - Sweet design
Where is the Wind
The Wind is taking a break today Unlike the gust it blew in When it came out to play But that was then – A long time away – Today it lay quiet With nothing to say What’s up; I asked Wind didn’t reply I pushed and prodded I tried and I tried But … Continue reading Where is the Wind
