Jinksy from ‘napple notes’ wrote the following verse in response to a remark from a friend of hers whose ‘driveway was beginning to resemble a babbling brook’.
Floater's Dance
There, on a path where water is rushing
over shingled drive not intended for gushing
streams, leaves huddle, form a raft.
Without map or compass this craft
will continue to dance to skirling song
of wind and rain. Who knows how long
the piper has called this same tune
in other lands, under different moons?
There, on a path where water is rushing
over shingled drive not intended for gushing
streams, leaves huddle, form a raft.
Without map or compass this craft
will continue to dance to skirling song
of wind and rain. Who knows how long
the piper has called this same tune
in other lands, under different moons?
I thought it was delightful but challenged her to pen something to make muddy pawprints acceptable. Almost immediately she responded with the following.
Blokes, kids, cats and dogs
with mud on their feet
that treks in from the garden
or even the street,
can leave other traces,
much harder to beat -
deep down in our hearts -
and that's no mean feat!
Cleverly and succinctly Jinksy has captured the essence of our relationship with those we love. Thank you, Penny J
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