As I stroll through these lanes full of wonder,
The words all leak out, like a flood,
I don’t know if they’re passed through osmosis,
Or something that flows through my blood!
Some words run out, like a river,
Sometimes they trickle like springs,
Some days they fly like sweet birds in the sky,
Or are borne upon gossamer wings.
One time a bee buzzed some words in my ear!
Another day, cows seemed quite mooooved,
The sheep cocked their heads on one side, then turned tail,
I Don’t know if they really approved!
The trees bowed & swayed, their old branches in wind,
Not sure it was yes, or plain, no!
The snails, slugs & spiders,
(I’m happy to say,)
Just turned round, boldly, & told me to go!
Then, one gentle pull on my trouser leg, later,
A tiny mouse, coy, with big eyes,
Asked me a question which made me stand back,
With amazement & happy surprise.
“I heard you like words, and you’re giving them out,
Can I please ask which one I can lend?”
For a moment I paused, and looked down at the mite,
Shook his paw, smiled & handed him “Friend”
9th March 2019
As I was on my usual walk, yesterday, & writing “Granny’s Lemons” I was pondering how the words flow so easily sometimes, once you have an idea. Other poems I’ve written have to sit a while, until I’m ready to look at them again. That usually means the odd tweak will make them sit right & be ready to fly. Today, the words were flowing; some nearly took my head off, as a huge flock of starlings raced, low over my head, just where the road disappears on my photograph..the noise from their wings was thrilling!