Oh To Be Like My Flowering Cherry Tree
In Spring she blossoms forth,
no concerns of what to wear,
festooned in flowered finery.
In Spring she blossoms forth,
no concerns of what to wear,
festooned in flowered finery.
No, no, no - I feel really low
I don't want to go to the ball.
My hair is a mess - I can't find a dress
My tasks for Christmas have begun
once the mistletoe's been hung.
Wrapped up presents under the tree,
Another lovely poem, Ann. Best wishes, John Alexander.
I hear a muffled creak,
is that those old oak floors?
I see some dancing shadows,
Thank you - it is always so rewarding to receive pleasant comments.
in Husband Death Poems
A glass of wine nearby, he sat,
his spaniel beside him on the grass,
he flicked away a solitary wasp,
a buzzard circled overhead.
Thank you, John. I am struggling on - quite hard as we were together for well over 50 years. However, kind understanding comments like yours do help.
How to put people off bowling, Alan! Great to read a lighthearted poem. Keep writing, please. Best wishes, Ann.
Thank you, James. As you know, all comments are welcome and mean a great deal. All the best, Ann.
Another of your fun poems - keep it up! Best wishes, Ann.
Great to read a poem which leaves a smile on my face. More please. Best wishes, Ann.
When my husband was still a boy he was given this poem by his uncle and learnt it by heart. It is very much how he lived his life. The poem was read immaculately by his grandson at his memorial service.