There’s parakeets in the Common
(Sea horses in the Thames)
Crows on all the branches
And rain that never ends,
White swans upon the water
Crack’d conkers on the ground
Great burls on ev’ry tree trunk
And pigeons all around;
I walked the trodden pathways
Past fields and ponds and woods
Looked up at leafy heavens
And remembered all I could.
~ c.p.grisold
© 2009