Fay Slimm

Rookie - 102 Points (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

A Given Day. - Poem by Fay Slimm

A dear old Cornish friend would often say
When looking at a blue-topped winter sky
And pointing out the view - - 'A given day
This be - - a given day for we to try
To understand the why this day be not
The normal winter-grey, and be we glad
Me 'ansome Cornish lass, that God forgot
To wet our fields and lanes today with sad.'

Then buxom Rosie smiled and playfully
Waylaid me in her country-woman style
By confiding God had hid a gift this day,
A 'given' thing that if we searched would find.
She then would bend to pick a primrose eyeing
Us, and winking underneath a leaf - - 'The sun
Be caught in this, and all coming Spring beside, - -
Look lass, - - before this given thing be gone.'

Comments about A Given Day. by Fay Slimm

  • (2/22/2010 8:13:00 PM)

    I love this inspirational poem.

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  • (2/12/2010 3:43:00 AM)

    I love the warmth and inspiration of this one.
    A beautiful write to be reading on a very
    lowering morning in West Virginia.
    Touched by your gift, as always.

    Your friend from afar,

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  • (2/10/2010 6:00:00 AM)

    Fay, liked the 'local dialect' in your poem. Well written.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, November 12, 2010

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