Paterica loves her rustic garden;
Her green thumb is a plus for growing things;
A walk in the garden gives her free pardon,
For all those people who have done her wrong;
Such inner thoughts, give her the eagle's wings
To soar amid the clouds among the throng.
She misses her Christmas spent in the snow;
She sighs, this tropical place is boring;
Cane arrows and wild flowers are on show;
In her dreams she sees winter wonderland,
Where the snow drips on things like cake frosting,
A snowy Christmas is ever so grand.
This idea nurtured in her dreamy head;
Atlas! A twig planted not a seed;
Her plan was enacted nine months ahead;
As she watched her spurge grow in the sunlight,
In mum's garden she stood near her ghost weed;
A blooming white Christmas would be all right.
Strolling in mum's garden on Christmas morn,
A beautiful sight caught her by surprise;
On her euphorbiaceae not a torn,
But a crown of wee white flowers appears
During a torrid Christmas caught her eyes;
Like snow on the mountain, that name it bears.
© Paterika Hengreaves
December 2008/Barbados
Kia ora Paterika,
ReplyDeleteI too miss my Christmas's spent in a winter wonderland and find the muggy heat of our summer dripping those memories upon me like the sweat running down my back. So I find beauty of those memories in other ways, the laughter of my children, listening to my old favourite Christmas songs, and dreaming of mountains.
There are two Tui's just above me in our plum tree Paterika, they greet you with their song! I am heading to the mountains in two days time for 6 days. When I see snow I shall think of you. Happy and blesed New Year to you.
Aroha,
Robb
Dear Paterika
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your lates poem. Don't we all miss the snow, except when it becomes dirty and slushy.
I am delighted you received a copy of my book on Afghanistan. I would appreciate any feedback you wish to give as I am a very amatuer poet, and would be grateful to receive feedback from a Poet Laureate.
I have just posted an article on a great NZ mountaineer, Ralph Warburton, a forgotten New Zealander. They deserve their place in the sun.
HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Bob