Oh To Be Like My Flowering Cherry Tree
In Spring she blossoms forth,
no concerns of what to wear,
festooned in flowered finery.
In Spring she blossoms forth,
no concerns of what to wear,
festooned in flowered finery.
No, no, no - I feel really low
I don't want to go to the ball.
My hair is a mess - I can't find a dress
My tasks for Christmas have begun
once the mistletoe's been hung.
Wrapped up presents under the tree,
Another lovely poem, Ann. Best wishes, John Alexander.
I hear a muffled creak,
is that those old oak floors?
I see some dancing shadows,
Thank you - it is always so rewarding to receive pleasant comments.
in Husband Death Poems
A glass of wine nearby, he sat,
his spaniel beside him on the grass,
he flicked away a solitary wasp,
a buzzard circled overhead.
Thank you, John. I am struggling on - quite hard as we were together for well over 50 years. However, kind understanding comments like yours do help.
Yep - a good message for us all. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Best wishes, Ann.
A wonderful truly well known poem. Oh to be able to write poetry like that...
I really liked this poem including the title. It holds a lovely message. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Best wishes, Ann.
So true. An excellent comparison. I always love spending time by water, whether it's the sea, a lake, pond, river or stream.
I find your poems very moving, especially this one. I'm glad that, like me, you find writing poetry helps you through some difficult times. Best wishes, Ann.