As my thoughts rest on him this fall,
There in my heart with joy they fill;
While autumn leaves on the ground fell.
Sitting underneath the shack-shack
Tree, sad feelings left me in shock;
Biting ants move away the shuck.
With great haste I rolled on the grass;
Into some smelly pile of crap,
Cow down, in hair, totally gross.
Reached for the shears to have hair crop;
Ball eagle lands on top my head,
And hitched me up with riding hood.
©Paterika Hengreaves
October 17, 2009/Maycocks, Barbados
Dear Paterika
ReplyDeleteIt's a long time since I visited as I have spent the last 23 days dealing with this horrendous earthquake in Indonesia. Now I have a little time to visit friends, have a cup of tea, and feed my soul.
Your poem somehow reminds me of the Maori proverb
"Kua hinga te totara nui i te wao nui o Tane
Moe mai te rangatira"
The mighty totara has fallen in Tane's forest. May you rest peacefully now o mighty leader
I hope your tall tree is at peace.
Ka kite ano friend.
Bob