Second Childhood
Once digging to Australia
Seemed well within my grasp
And squeezing scent from roses
An easy trick to work
I dreamed of tree-top living
A bed beneath the stars
And sprouting wings and flying
Was what I most desired
For life at three-foot level
Quite changed my point of view
Caterpillars, daisy chains
Fat worms and acorn cups
The quest for four-leafed clover
Fuchsias in fairy dance
How many spots on a ladybird?
The stuff of childhood days
And now at last, a granny
Again I sit and watch
Small butterfly fanatic
Chasing between the peas
And I consider questions
How best to house a snail?
And creep into the fig tree
To share a cup of tea
11th June Hounoux, for Lily and Luca and Zach
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its a wonderful poem
ReplyDeleteThank you Lily! Did it make you think of your tree house in the fig tree and me coming down to sit in it and have a pretend cup of tea? And also I was thinking of the upside down waste bin which is so good for snails because they can breathe. Love you lots xxx
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