C Richard Miles
Part Patched - Poem by C Richard Miles
I peer across the piebald park,
Part patched with white, part patched with green
And watch the snowmen fall and fade
And shuffle slowly off the scene.
The park below, still strewn with snow,
Part patched with green, part patched with white,
Will soon be wreathed with weeds and grass
Before the loss of day's last light.
The bobbing robin will remain,
Part patched with brown, part white, part red
To warble welcome melodies
And flap his wings and nod his head.
Though winter will return again
With rain and sleet, with wind and snow
To paint the park, part patched once more,
Soon floral shades of spring shall grow
And patch the park with brighter hues
Of crocuses and daffodils,
Rose, ash and hawthorn in the hedge
To patch up awful winter's ills.
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