Friday, March 24, 2023

The Creation of Groups of Three

 (Havng just re-read "The Cremation of Sam McGee"  by Robert Service)

The Cre-ation of Groups of Three


There are strange things seen on our lovely stream

By those who search its banks …..


 … and the sights that I've found as I gaze all around 

will make my soul give thanks.


There, a flock of six turtles, giving up all their hurdles

While soaking up the sun ….


In two group clustered tight, in the morning sun's light

they were gathered together in threes.


Like biscuits so placed with their sides all embraced, 

touching each in a snug ungreased pan — 


Then they lurched down to drink in the nearby wide sink, 

making ripples — in circles they ran...


As they sank out of sight, for my soul 'twas delight...

though gone, nevermore to be seen;


And I know that they're there, so I give not a care  — 

for their sons and their daughters all live there underwater, and leave me without a closing rhyme.  How mean ...

 

by Billy Mitchell     March 24, 2023


1 comment:

Debbie said...

Pretty cool poem...love the imagery. :)

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