The Poets Are Coming Out To Play Today Poem by David Harris
The Poets Are Coming Out To Play Today
I came home this morning
after saying goodbye to a ghost.
I wrote a little poem about
and posted it. Then up popped Alison Cassidy
dreaming of summer.
In England, we are all doing that.
We have to walk in our wellies,
hoping not to get our feet wet.
Andy Wilkinson posted
another romantic ditty,
then he comes along,
and calls me sentimental
because I wanted to say goodbye to a ghost
where I used to work.
Yes, I think the poets
have come out to play today.
And isn't it fun too - playing with words! Today our winter sun is playing hide and seek with the tree ferns while you folk in Britain play in Pooh Bear puddles. A playful little write this. Enjoyed it immensely. love, Allie xxxx
We're all so wonderfully good at it! And you in addition are wonderful at writing about it! ! ! t x
David, the experience of Summer must be by far the most powerful in England, accounting for the Pastoral poets and their plethora of descendents World wide. But I suppose with such an abbreviated season the pent up energy can't be contained, bursts through in a myriad of ways. Rgds, Ivan
Yes Sir! Lovely newsy poem, with all the right contents. Thoroughly enjoyed this one. love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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Andy pandys coming to play... They don`t make programes like that today..