Friday, June 12, 2009

The Straw Men




The Straw Men

Somewhat eccentrically attired
The old guys slouch in midday sun
Dress casual you must have said
And be prepared to work outdoors
In every weather, summer long
But peace and quiet guaranteed
And oh! the breathless view!

Epouvantails they call you here
But you don’t look local to me
No Gallic shrug nor Gaulloise butts
Though where you stand the garlic grows
And mange-tout and haricot vert
A potager without a doubt
And oh! the breathless view!

At night, I wonder, do you creep
Off duty now, down to the lake
Where botoxed carp all lippy swim
And watch the ripples widening
By orange light of floating moon
And oh! the breathless view!

12th June Bordebasse, Aude, for Gill, artist and creator of the Straw Men

6 comments:

  1. Message for Gill. Any chance you could take a photograph of your straw men and send it to me to illustrate this poem? No rush - I know you are a busy girl.

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  2. Hi Woman of words!
    Wonderful words, I do like my scarecrows, I will take a photo and send it to you, I supppose I should really do a painting.
    Love Gill

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  3. Cannot tell you how it cheered me up to get your response Gill. Though I write for myself because the poems come to me, I do like to know that they also communicate something to others. You know me and communication!!! Thank you for your help with my tulips yesterday - Mr W now has that and the wonderful leaping hare to frame. A picture of your lovely chaps would be even better than a photo, of course!!!

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  4. Thank you to Gill for sending me a photograph of her delightful painting.

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