George Howard Poems
It's A Fish's Life
Swim fish, swim! swim for your life!
The fisherman's coming you're tea for his wife!
Swim fish, swim! your fastest yet,
You must swim quickly, to avoid his big net!
Swim fish, swim! right out to sea!
For I am a shark waiting, and you're dinner for ME!
The sun, once more awakening dawn choristers.
Songbirds, sweet music, to make the genius composer weep.
Strolling once more down lanes, sentries of Hawthorn and Privet.
Now in uniforms new, garbs in shades of emerald.
Lawns and pavements once more covered white,
Carpeted with petal confetti, leaving cherries naked, behind,
Blades of lush new green, pushing forth with jubilance,
To greet the newly awakening world, of birth and growth.
Humming workers, dressed in black and yellow sweat