Friday, 12 September 2014

Views in Verse on springtime in the city

Springtime weather returned to Sydney this week.  What a delight it is around town to feel the warm sun on your skin.

And to sense a real vibrancy about you that makes you feel like just being out there ...amongst it!

I wandered about many times at lunch this week

    


       (Major Mitchell Cockatoos - a colourful part of the Sydney scene)





Feed the Birds


I awoke early today
the new season lit the spark...
All of the senses were
touched as one
As spring ...brought life 
...back to the park

Fields of green 
are the first things seen
Where late last week was brown
It's a very warm day 
for early spring
Short sleeves on show all around

A flight of parrot
cause quite a stir
as they squark in the morning's heat
A cheeky field mouse  
scuttles about
seems wheels upon his feet 

Two ruddy old guys 
They laugh as one
just why to me unknown
While a stripling lad 
eyes the water's edge
fingering a stone

Overhead a plane sweeps by
lazily out to the sea
While a mother feeds an infant 
just along from me;
As I mark out a comfy patch
Where I won't be disturbed
Where I ...feed the birds

Canoes on the river are 
rolling on by 
As a couple on a blanket sip wine
Two chatty ladies 
have a place all set...
wicker baskets well charged to dine

Three young boys bring
a kite in with them
 hopes high for a virgin flight
Beyond them walks 
a weary old pastor
Trapped in his grounded plight

Young lovers 
gaze into each others eyes
Channelling open minds
A private view 
on a future for two
Prospects look just fine

A mother bends down
to help her lad
Free his little pink feet
As a uni-cyclist passes on by
well safe 
from the busy street

Meantime
an open-top tourist bus
Rocks by to a beating churn
The merry throng 
seem to wave as one
The ladies wave back in return

A young group kick a ball about
with unbridled glee
A 'cute little miss' eyes a butterfly 
...nonchalantly;
Meanwhile a gent with a telescope
considers a far off world
While I ...feed the birds

One of the players
his shirt now off
banks like a passing plane
A colorful lad
To say the least
Anything but mundane

A young busker 
on the bandstand
pleases one and all
As he lets go with
a guitar riff
worthy of Les Paul

Her child now fed 
one mother walks back
into her waiting world
A red faced boy 
makes a further pass 
with a kite that won't unfurl

With that he hears 
'Greensleeves' play
Mr Whippy comes into view
From all parts
 ...kids rush about
Save missing a place in the queue

Two well dressed friends
march off towards town
All done with their noon day sun
Crossing them 
a businessman walks
Pulling his tie undone;
Without a need for words...
While I ...feed the birds

Forwarded from my Iphone - Grahame J Flynn

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