a cherry tree wind was blowing
Mary Poppins will not depart
the children will be good forever
even when the windows rattle
from wars that can't be helped
nothing falls from the shelf.
they will eat their cherry cobbler
sitting straight up in their chairs
when the cherry wind is blooming
and a beatific light sets the weathervanes on fire
with no harm done-
and everything is as charming as pink cakes
on blue plates and the story's not
adjourned and
the war is won
I'm breaking off this barley sugar poem for you
and the gilt stars are pasted back in Heaven
where they belong
and no one needs to be forewarned-
mary angela douglas 17 august 2008
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