I didn't sit down
to watch the news
or stand up either!
I went into the garden
sat beneath my elder trees
looked up through their
waving branches and leaves
flower buds just emerging
and wondered what this world
will be like when I am gone
and the children carry on
still the same crazy cruel
yet wonder-filled place
for that I am sure
I have done my best
clearly not enough
but tonight
with Triona
purring on my lap
I will just
close my eyes
and rest awhile
why not try that now
and always remember
where 'er you are
and where ever you may be
He is the Lord of the Dance
not thee

Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-05-01 at 20:49

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Peter...
Perhaps we can learn from Triona who never wastes her
time on earth wondering....She knows


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
You always hit the heart of it, which is why Peter, your writing is in a class of its own, thank you

Elle x

A common enough reflection when you no longer are a teenager, although I find the same kind of peace at times, and I also hope I have done the best for my kids and everyone else, I do not need those last lines, but that is me. This prose poem runs like the first warm sun beams an early summerday.

Aah, the simple pleasures of life and reading your poem was another one and I am lucky enough to own a cat!

The wonder is in us ;-). It is what makes us human!
I road around on my bicycle, viewing the thousands of crocuses this sunny afternoon, filled with just that wonderment! (I'll pay for this tomorrow)
Thanks Peter.

John Ashleigh
Narrative with beautiful and serene imagery. A brilliant poem.