sylvia spencer Poems
|161.||A Field That Saw A War||2/22/2006|
|162.||A Water Lord||6/4/2006|
|163.||A Basket Of Goodies||2/24/2007|
|164.||A Bats Tale||2/16/2007|
|165.||A Clothes Line||3/22/2006|
|166.||Ride The Imagination Train||4/28/2005|
|167.||A Wayward Life||4/21/2005|
|168.||A Lonely Heart In A Thunderstorm||9/14/2006|
|169.||A Bunch Of Roses||4/11/2007|
|170.||A House Called Lonely (A Trilogy In Three Parts)||8/19/2006|
|171.||The Cat That Came To Tea||2/24/2006|
|172.||A Cry For Help||2/20/2006|
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The Cat That Came To Tea
There was once a cat called
who had a bad habit,
of inviting himself to tea.
When the clock struck four,
he would tap on the door,
meow and scrach,
then lift up the latch.
He never had a thought,
for dear Aunt Mable,
because he would rush right in,
and jump straight on the table.
He would steal a cake,
from of the plate,
then run back through the door,
and out of the gate.
always there for tea.
Now Mac-fee played a game
called, hide n seek.
At one time he went missing,
for over a...
The warm air stays amongst the shrubs as the daily
flowers close their buds.The sun has gone like a falling
crown to make way for the moon with that familiar frown.
This is the time when the air smells sweet and frogs come
out and dance at your feet. Honeysuckle and roses all in full
bloom, swaying in the breeze so you inhale the perfume.
Swallows flying in the sky catching insects as they fly.
Soft rain is falling but not for long, because the nightingale
is still singing his song.The d