Keith Johnson Poems
Buttercups And Daisies
In mid-year when the grass was thin
The buttercups would gild the fields
But when the hay was gathered in
Daisy-dust each swathe revealed.
Then we would take a golden tare
And test it to a tide-mark neck
To see if yellow glinted there
In a like or not like butter check.
And we would pinch the daisies' stems
To link up chains in garland strands
And deck our necks with tiny gems
With sap and pollen on our hands.
Now buttercup and daisy treasure
The book of time reserves forever.
The Kune Kune Piggy
The Kune Kune is a sort of Maori Pig
Whose face is dewlapped with a whiskery bib
These wattles, tassels or piri piri
Make them look both cute and silly.
Their name in Maori means fat and round
So much so, they seem to lard the ground
And when they grunt they make you laugh -
And look for slops to fill their trough.