A sunstroke sunflower yawn in the whirlwind
and a scapegoat scamper with his old wheelbarrow
which is full of manure.
The Master of the field who walks behind his alsatian dog
and the nanny is washing the baby's nappies.
The Landlady in hysterics after the childbirth.
Bees are humming in the morning glory.
Whipping boy hear the rustling of the pale sunflower
and he poured more water & manure to get her closer.
A lovely story poem, well done great creative touch Love duncan X
Very surreal. The poet soldiers on in spite of all the difficulties. Helen Keller said, 'Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. It's what sunflowers do.' Take care, Nimal. Kind regards, Sandra
Nimal, a fine write like always... loved the diversity. Thanks, and hope all is well. :) xoxo Angie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a charming piece Nimal, written in your inimitable engaging style. I love your 'sunstroke sunflower' and your 'scapegoat scamper' with his wheelbarrow of manure. The images are very unusual and appealing and the structure of the poem excellent. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx