READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, May 9.

Readers' poetry
Readers' poetry

This week’s poem, called Sounds of Summber, is by Fiona Thompson.

Drip, drip, drop, the summer rain

Splish splashed sploshed on the window panes

Crickle crackle went the plastic macs

That caught the drops upon our backs

we skipped and chatted down the street

With a bottle of orange and some snacks to eat

Thud thud went the ball as it bounced on the path

Crickle crackle went the macs to the sound of our laughs

Looking left, looking right we cross the road

To the lovely place which everyone knows

Is Abbey Gardens with its grass and ruins

The squirrels a’chewin and the kids are a’shooin

Fingers exploring the feel of the plan

Of the old abbey up above on the mound

The geometric patterns full of tulips and roses

Benches full of people and a Labrador dozes

Slip, slurping of the icecreams, white drips on the grass

Eeeawww goes the wheelbarrow as it rattles past

The sun rays smile on the people of Bury

And today there are plenty of reasons to be merry.