This week’s poem, Special Delivery, is by Audrey Pamplin
Someone just delivered Summer to my door
I didn’t have to sign for it or pay a penny more
It came in pretty packaging, the wrapping a delight
With colours of the rainbow, it really was a sight.
A CD of bird song that woke me every morn
A video of wheat fields that turn to golden corn
On DVD a copy of the Chelsea Flower Show
With ideas for my garden, whatever shall I grow?
A parcel packed with garden birds nesting busily
And butterflies & ladybirds & wasps & honeybees
Centre court at Wimbledon with strawberries & cream
A crateful of cold beers, or a picnic on the green.
A brochure showing holidays with sun & sea & sand
Of days out by the seaside & ice cream in my hand
And barbeques & swimming pools & lazing in the sun
Moaning `bout the heat wave, when will the Winter come?
Even when it does, I’ll not forget this day
When Summer was delivered & I didn’t have to pay!
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