Thanks, Thanks

August 10, 2013

The Lord Squire among the bags
and books and book bags
beckons and bows.

The trees fill with threes—
three birds, three bees, three bones,
everything in threes—

except for the scones.
And they come once a fortnight—
so stale and dry and too hard to eat—
it is as if they were poems.

3 Responses to “Thanks, Thanks”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    Thanks. (Or should I say, Thanks, thanks) It was fun to write. And really, I can think of no greater complement for a poem than to say it sounds better when read aloud….
    And thanks: strawberry jam and clotted cream? It sounds delish. Their is a poem in there, John. Clotted cream…

  2. John Stevens Says:

    Ah , but spread them with strawberry jam and clotted cream … like in the Olden Days … please, please!

  3. Yousei Hime Says:

    I just love this. I had to read it out loud after the first silent reading. It was even better aloud. 😀

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