Poems Submitted by Our Readers

Whilst folk still rest in bed asleep

Pink sullen face of Miss Sun creeps

From dewy bed she then fills the sky

With painted flush over east on high

And with her great amazing powers

Warms the earth and summer flowers

Across the grass creeps mister snail

Who leaves behind thin silver-ed trail

Then soon in earth.s rich flower beds

Bounteous buds peep coloured heads

To greet the world with speckled hue

A cacophony of sound for only you.


Leslie de la Haye © November 2000.