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Poem 21 (Spring Turning To Summer) 25 Poems in 24 Hours


Poem 21 – 20:00 16-05-2017
At Eight o’Clock in the evening

In England’s green and sunny land

As mid-Spring

Boings towards early Summer,

We are full of the joy that beholds the changing seasons,

When reasons are few;

Apart from the growing warmth and the morning dew

Along with lengthening days

And short-changed nights

We have more quality time

For the family 

And sundry sights to see.
Looking back from December’s cold and darkened altitude

We shall remember with fondness

The lengthened days

And the joyousness of our time

When Spring sprang into Summer

And Summer seemed to rhyme.

April the First – “Spring is in the Air!”

 

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“I wander up the street
With a smile upon my face
A spring in my feet
(Spring is in my feet)
And the smile’s upon my face!”

And so I did indeed travel up that street
And down the next
And along a third
Happy as a lark – which is a happy little bird
Unaware of the series of events
That would not make the slightest sense
If they were to be explained in detail here!

Don’t fear, I shall just skirt around the details
And, if all else fails, talk about something else instead;
Not dwelling upon the terrible happenings that almost,
Very nearly, but not quite… found me dead!

“What?” you say. “Dead? Not alive!” No, not quite dead… I did… in fact…

Survive!

If I had been but a minute sooner…
Or a minute later…
In my amblings along those dusty streets –
So cheer of voice on highly-sprung feets –
I may have nearly, possibly, maybe…
Not been here to tell the tall tale of my close call…
My comeuppance, my sad downfall.

And, as they say (whomever ‘they’ are)
If your number is on it then it’s probably the
Bus that you should catch!

But, I prefer to walk, wander, spring
Up this street and down the next
And along a third
Where a song is often heard…

“I wander up the street
With a smile upon my face
A spring in my feet
(Spring is in my feet)
And the smile’s upon my face!”