This week we have poems from Gillian Cunningham and Colin Clements.
Sometimes I wish that I could fly
like a bird up in the sky,
soaring, driftin, with a breeze
relaxed and happy, just at ease.
Sometimes I wish I were a nurse
a kindly one. not sharp or terse,
delivering babies, a job of worth
sharing the magic of each new birth.
Sometimes I whish that I could be
a missionary across the sea,
bringing to people christian ways
enjoying long, hot, sunny days.
Sometimes I wish I lived elsewhere
costal Devon with it’s good fresh air,
a big old farmhouse, meandering stream
Oh well, it is nice to have a dream.
AT ANY ONE TIME
I go to work every day
I work so hard for a pittance pay
I lay the bricks and the drains
And I go home with aches and pains
And after supper I sit and reminisce
Of the rich folk who live a life of bliss
Flying around in their jet planes
Or taking part in their rich folk games.
Like sailing the seas in their yachts
Or watching their horses at Royal Ascot
.... To do all these things, why should I mind?
After all they can only be in one place at any one time