This week’s poem, called 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 is a sight.
A CD of bird song that wakes 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 & honey bees
Centre court at Wimbledon with strawberries & cream
A crateful of cold beers for a picnic on the green.
A brochure showing holidays with sun, sea & sand
Of days out by the seaside with ice cream in my hand
And barbeques & swimming pools & lazing in the sun
Moaning ‘bout the heat wave, when will the autumn come?
Even when it does, I’ll not forget this day
When Summer was delivered & I didn’t have to pay!