Feather
The old pond
A frog jumps in
Splash
The old pond
A frog jumps in
Splash
I had a penny,
A bright new penny,
I took my penny
To the market square.
I wanted a rabbit,
A little brown rabbit,
And I looked for a rabbit
‘Most everywhere.
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
Being chewed up in the crucible of Love.
Read MoreStands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?
The poem ‘The Path’ by Hans Stolp has spoken to me for a few years. I didn’t realise how many paths there would be.
Read MoreI went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen.