The Pacemaker Poem by John Hosk

Weebling, wobbling ward with her minder in the garden;
With a nonchalant gait a man making his way towards his car;
Perching on a ladder the painter added a new coat to a lamp post;
Whistling a tune the delivery man rattled by on his rusty bicycle;
Poking a dead grasshopper three boys were absorbed in their own world;
As if responding to an orchestrated signal everyone discontinued his activity
Jumping into a car, picking up the toddler, scurrying to find shelter;
A sudden tropical downpour was the pacemaker.