Sunday Supplement

I stopped in the sun today, on the way to work,
Thinking of poems, in my brain they lurk.
A number of themes came to my head
the remainder unspoken, yet to be said.

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Black Bird on the bough
Robin red, I see him now
Tit of blue, fluttering near,
shows surprise & disappears

Magpie pecking on the lawn,
Carpet of green, closely shorn.
All around, sounds of the wild,
broken only by a small child.

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Long shadow on the page,
A pencil of dark, centre stage.
Book tilted, a strange poise
Sun shining bright & nature's noise.

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The birds are fluttering, a squirrel to one side
I should be working.. - its for my pride.
Out here the sun shines, for now it can wait
It is Sunday after all, I Can't be late!

Watching that squirrel, creeping around,
Birds still twittering their pretty sound.
The sun is warm and I'm getting hot,
Don't want to burn, protected not.

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All (c) Martin Lilley 18/4/10