Over four hundreds years of experience Average age of eighty Five of us. Croaky, happy old mates. “It’s our Grandpa Club,” I tell the kids Each month we’d get into a tizz Scratching for lost recipes Kitchen timers that had gone on leave Each month, well, a few days before, “What am I on thisContinue reading “Grandpa Club”
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A Windy and Blustiferous Day
An inside day. I perched myself in my ‘local A small and more intimate place We know each other Easy to chat, enjoy respectable sky larking (One day I shall become a respectable grand father) It’s a good place, the staff are chatty, and, predict what I’m going to order. And next door, through aContinue reading “A Windy and Blustiferous Day”
That Second
That second cup of coffee7.40amSundayJust. So. Good Now, not to face the dayBut enjoy the warmth, things to do, as the sun gets higher.
Today, rain, wind and Sun
Our front porch chairs are there, ‘unsat’Most of the day, most of the weekExcept when used by next doors catShe has a funny purr, more of a squeak Good things take time, she’s now a mateAnd with breakfast, kitchen, clean and doneShe turns up all hopeful, to lick my plateYes, our favourite spot for morningContinue reading “Today, rain, wind and Sun”
Pony
Term Holidays Walking Head down Country air Happy thoughts A light, rhythmic canter Eager Closer Trots to the fence line Her Pony A communion of two University Term break My granddaughter is home And down at the paddock Instant recognition Girl, Pony, together An elderly man At some distance Captivated Mystified Ponies are so largeContinue reading “Pony”
Summer has gone
Set my Hearing Aids for Blackbirds
Three autumn leavesA crack in the pavementNearby a blackbirdLove the sound of a blackbirdStrong, and clear, A blackbird is purposeful In the morning broadcasting His plans for the day My hearing these days not the bestA shame Hearing aids,“Now is the time Sir, your new hearing aidsWhat in particularAre you listening forAnd we’ll offer youContinue reading “Set my Hearing Aids for Blackbirds”
“To talk of many things: but not of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax— of cabbages—and kings
Does a poem have to rhyme?My first two lines do, just this time Popper, Karl Popper“Never heard of him!”David Benson has So had that kind ladySheet (must be dead now)“Oh I was his secretary dear – many years ago now.”One seat left in the whole cafeWellington, early seventies, a student cafeAnd she beckoned me over“ComeContinue reading ““To talk of many things: but not of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax— of cabbages—and kings”
On Reflection
An angry callWings flapping on water“Listen Ducky, there’s enough water for the two of us”Summer timeYou can’t enter gracefully into this riverYou jump, you fallOr you slitherLike an eel Poppa, at your age, you shouldn’t go swimming on your own!”When I was very young, old people were always telling me stuff“If I were you .Continue reading “On Reflection”
Wet Monday!
Days of sunHappinessBike ridesChats to cows, munching bullsPonies who no longer look up as I pass Then it rainsIndignationButHappy gardenersThose on tank water
David in Pen and Pics 