Sunday 12.6.16

A face clenched into a black-holed fist,
The other mousey, full of conceit,
Checking to see if he missed
the bus from Seaford. Wheat
in the fields on the way to Eastbourne…

Misty and rainy over the tops:
Girls lost at the pond near Friston wood;
I should have understood,
The face left him at the shops,
Where he cursed.
"There's three minutes left on the antenna," he exclaimed -
That's a first!

Back to the real
world. Supermarkets.
A meal.
A drink or two.
Mow the lawns and papers.
Mother and lack of patience.

Little Robin Redbreast

Little robin redbreast,
From where do you come?
At my every trial and test
you always show your handsome chest.
And leap and bound to my delight,
Of the littlest creatures you are the best.

Little robin redbreast,
From where comes that worm in your beak?
Are you taking it to your nest?
You always show such kindness. Zest
to help the poor, lowly, meek and mild.
Of the littlest creatures you are the best.

Little robin redbreast,
Of all Old England's great and good,
You certainly are most blessed.
When blood-red sun sinks, in the West
God will send you back again.
Of the littlest creatures you are the best.