A LARK IN THE PARK
“Whatever’s the matter,” said cock robin
When he heard the sparrow sobbin’.
“There’s not much the matter with him,” said the lark,
“He just wishes there was less noise in the park.
“He’s right,” said the crow, “we get no peace
Now that it’s full of Canadian geese.”
“Stop moaning,” said the visitors,
“You’re becoming awful bores
And we don’t react like this to you
when you land on our shores.
We don’t come because we want to,
it’s because we need the greens
That grow here in such profusion
which we need to feed our genes.
We also like the British bread,
to us it is a feast
As it seems to raise our spirits up –
could it be the yeast?”
“Well now isn’t that a compliment,”
said the brightly-coloured jay,
“We don’t hear praise for British goods like that every day.”
“I totally agree with you,”
said the sparrowhawk,
“And have you ever stopped to listen
just how much we squawk.
Really we should thank them
for eating greens and bread
Leaving us to feast on luxuries
like nuts and worms instead.
“So I say to you cock robin
Let us stop the sparrow sobbin’
And tell the crow there’ll be no peace
Until the noisy Canadian geese
Have had their fill of bread and greens
Which they need to supplement their genes.”
“You’re right sparrowhawk,” said an outspoken finch,
“And that sparrow should know it’s a cert and a cinch
That when they’ve gone home we’ll be calm and serene,
But, best of all, our park will be clean.”
Joyce Crawford, Darlington
INSECURE LOVE
I had a dream last night,
You lay beside me in the morning light,
We turned, looked, shared a smile,
And I was happy all the while.
I had a dream last night,
The sun was high and shining bright,
Hand in hand we walked the shore
And vowed our love for ever more.
I had a dream last night,
When I awoke you’d gone from sight,
Memories came and went again
Leaving behind a lingering pain.
I had a dream last night,
A knight in armour shining white,
He beckoned me toward his stead
But he was not the man I need.
I had a dream last night,
You lay beside me in the morning light,
We turned, looked, shared a smile
And you’d been with me all the while.
Doris Green, Darlington
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