Wash Time - Poem by Denis Martindale
The lion cub remained at rest
With Mother there close by,
Beside the stream where God had blessed
Each with a wistful sigh...
A bonny breeze was on its way,
The sun was warm not hot,
There really wasn't much to say,
As they cared not one jot...
When gentle thoughts still please the mind,
What lion wants to move?
When life is being so darned kind,
What actions could improve?
So lazy lions loiter still,
Content to bide their time...
As if their lifestyle fit the bill,
As if all felt sublime...
If only we could follow suit
Beneath God's golden sun,
Rest without care, not give a hoot,
That's half the battle done...
Some wash time here, some soothing hour,
Some friendly company,
Life wouldn't seem so sad, so sour,
Just sweet serenity...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Wash Time'.
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