A long summer day with things to do.
Groom the dog and cut the grass.
Talk to the cat who's not got a clue.
Buy some more bread and polish the brass.
Hang out the clothes, sit on a chair.
Check on the clothes after over an hour.
Back to the seat in the sweet-scented air,
Near the old arch and the golden sunflower.
Bring in the clothes and take out the mop.
Hang some more clothes on the clothesline again.
Call on the phone the man in the shop
Who ordered the tap but still it's not in.
A gentle breeze blows dust across
The concrete path through the grass in the back.
The golden sun lights up the green moss.
Look at the clock and try to keep track
Of things to be done and things to say.
Waiting for washing and words to speak.
There's not much to do to pass the day,
And this delay feels more like a week.
Look at the clock in the kitchen again.
The budgie starts to doze in his cage.
His eyes start to close, his head drops and then
He moves to one side but the fall takes an age.
He wakes up and looks all around in surprise.
And that makes the day all worthwhile.
You can still see the look of surprise in his eyes.
"He fell over again." Point and smile. |
