Oh not to be in England
Now that May is here.
The sky all day
Has been cold and grey,
And it has rained since Saturday.
The chaffinch sits hunched
On the orchard bough
Bedraggled and sodden and dumb
While the whitethroat like
The swallow wonders
What folly made it come.
As for the wise thrush....
It doesn’t give a damn what you think;
Like me, it’s pissed off with this sodding weather.
Wonderful Peter. I couldn't stop laughing, A delight to read and I'm sure a delight to write too. Lovely poem. And I'm certain Robert will forgive you. Love Ernestine XXX
same here in germany! greetings from another rain-drenched soul, u.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love when your wit is in full effect. So funny. And don't worry, it's just as bad in Scotland - my birthday's in May and one year it snowed. I spend the whole month singing Nilsson like a Buddhist chant...'I'm goin where the sun keep shinin thru the pourin rain/goin where the weather suits my clothes.' Great one Pete. Hugs Anna xxx