This week, we have two poems, by Les Weeks and G Orford.
The watcher sharp eyed
of he who has spied
his still pose on the pole
Eyes which search the waving grass
other’s zeal to see all pass
when the sudden move comes
There! watcher drops to ground
it kills without a sound
a shriek, the coney is dead
The watcher flies off with inert prey
other has missed the drama of the day
his vigil lapsed when sipping tea
A cheerful voice, “Did you see? Hey!
I saw the buzzard with its prey!
I drink life in like a glass of wine
Such beauty and wonder I can make all mine.
To waste a moment would be a sin, I want to keep it all within
and feel the glow that life can bring to every living thing.
Without my life there would be no me, I’m happy that I cam to be.
If everyone could think like me
what a happier place the world would be.
The gift of life is ours to keep
until we have an endless sleep.