rained all day,
No sign of the sun,
It was hiding away.
I stepped through the grass,
Submerged by the rain,
It was a cold, dark day,
‘Cos it rained all day.
My feet got wet.
In the water all around,
I felt as though,
My bones were drowned.
By the end of the day,
Of falling H20,
Rising up from the ground,
Springs began to flow.
Having suffered enough,
I retired to bed,
Submerged my face in a book,
And sailed away in my head.
The Blackbird’s Song
At half past five I heard it sing,
Perched high upon the post,
Its song greets the new day,
With beautiful tone and notes.
Each year I wait for that magical day,
When it starts the song anew,
It’s the very same yet changed somehow,
Is this noticed by only the few?
I often think and ponder this,
That if it didn’t happen just so,
If the song stayed the same each year,
Would I hold it just as dear?
Next time you’re out on a fine spring day,
Listen to the blackbird’s song,
Remember me and remember it,
And enjoy his song so rare.
The First Swallow
I caught my first glimpse of a swallow today,
It was flying above me in the fair month of May.
It was a balmy, clear evening, with blue turning red,
My senses leaped skyward to the bird in my ahead.
As it flew past me not missing a beat,
I tried to keep watching its miraculous feat.
Until it disappeared, vanished from view,
Leaving me empty and feeling so blue.
Appearing again, in a dive and a rush,
It swooped towards me, tweeting why all the fuss?
Then higher and higher I followed her flight,
Finding each other, we knew it was right.
We will have a summer, a good summer this year,
For God touched my heart when he opened the door,
To the wonder, the marvel and the beauty there is,
Surrounding us daily; life is surely no quiz!
I’m NOT Mad!!!
I’m not mad; mad, mad, mad,
I’m not mad, not me!
I'm not mad, mad, mad, mad,
I’m not mad, hee hee.
I’M NOT MAD!
We’ll, not so much that anyone would notice, would they?
My Crazmad Book of Poems Page 6
