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