Res John Burman
A Hill Of Chamomile - Poem by Res John Burman
My Lady often teases me, about her wild hair style
Something she often likens, to a hill of chamomile.
But I always tell her, she can tease and tease and tease
But she is right up there, with cows and dogs and trees.
I’m very fond of cattle, I love their bovine grace,
Their slow deep wisdom and their relaxed and easy pace,
And dogs, oh don’t you love ‘em, they are so pleasurable to please
Why, they are right up there, with my girl and cows and trees!
And trees are oh so special, slow growing but oh so giving,
Among the very oldest things that are on this planet living.
Without them we would be in caves, no building without logs
Why, they are right up there, with my girl and cows and dogs!
So my Lady do not feel, that I would take you lightly,
My love for you is warm and strong, you make me feel quite sprightly,
You do not need to worry about the where’s and why’s and how’s,
Why you’re right up there in my heart, with trees and dogs and cows.
(29th March 2008)
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