Gerard Taylor Poems
The singing of birds from the moment of dawn
To the sounds of chattering voices
I awake to this beautiful morn
A essence of bloom flows in with the breeze
My start to this day fills me with ease
A walk through the park
A gathering of thoughts
This day comes in colours
And all different walks
A fly getting busy around my ashtray,
Getting dizzy on my smoke
Lands with a smash bang, as the little creature chokes
In the middle of my ashtray, getting high on nicotine
I think its safe to say this fly is definitely unclean.
Suddenly like a bolt it lands on my remote and changes the channel on my TV screen.
OH silly fly: what a pest you are staring at me kinda bizarre.
Go, move away, I am missing match of the day
As it lands now on my cup sipping my tea