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All Hail Let Loose
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Nature/Environment It was a quiet Sunday.
The sky was grey and low.
And the air was nice and cold.
I slept in late; it was a lazy day.
Somehow, I got up
To check on Mommy dear,
She lives next door to me.
We had our morning ritual
Of a chat and making her bed;
By simply sitting beside her,
And listened to all her dreary woes.
She is alone and frail,
Strong minded as she tries;
She lives with dignity and humour.
Mommy then drove me out.
To her, she causes me trouble,
Helping her with petty things,
Her slow hands are weak to do.
With a big hug and a kiss
And a thankful cheery face;
She sent me away to my den.
For once, I seized the day
Clipping grasses by the hand.
Helped by a sharp shearing scissors
The job was completely done.
The lawns look neat and trim now,
What a perfect delight to my sight!
I retreated for an afternoon rest.
Not very long from my nap,
I heard some missiles bombing
Of deafening thunder
And electrifying lightning.
Hard snowballs kept rolling
Bouncing from roofs and window glasses
As big as tennis balls, golf balls, they roared!
The plague of old had hit the place
My very first to wit in years;
Leaves from trees flew like confetti
And graced the ground in green.
All hail, let loose on that fateful day,
With ruins left beyond repair
Lucky to be spared from harm.
Copyright@2007Greenmeadow,All Rights Reserved
December 14, 2007, SH, NSW Australia
