Homework w/e 12/8 THE FANTAIL
Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 12:02 pm
Probably should have binned this one – The Fantail was real enough the first one I’ve ever seen at our place
THE FANTAIL
The winter sun had cast its warmth upon the old bloke there,
and eased the aches and pain he felt while resting in his chair.
The garden held no interest; his mind was miles away,
out in the red dirt country where he wished he were this day.
For months he’d been held prisoner to ailing legs and knees,
trapped in a concrete jungle; there was nothing here to please,
The days were long and dreary and there seemed no end in sight,
was this the way he’d end his days or could things be put right?
A movement in the orange tree then seemed to catch his eye,
a Fantail flittered to and fro to snatch a passing fly.
At first he thought he must be wrong for Fantails don’t live near,
but when he saw it once again it filled his heart with cheer.
And visions then came flooding back of fishing in a creek,
where Fantails entertained for hours while chasing flies they seek.
Those long gone days had been such fun and life was filled with joy,
with memories of sun drenched days when he had been a boy.
The days became much brighter as he watched his little friend,
it seemed to lift his spirits or at least he could pretend.
He’d hurry out each morning; hope his mate would still be there,
then while away the hours, out in the garden they both share.
© T.E. Piggott
THE FANTAIL
The winter sun had cast its warmth upon the old bloke there,
and eased the aches and pain he felt while resting in his chair.
The garden held no interest; his mind was miles away,
out in the red dirt country where he wished he were this day.
For months he’d been held prisoner to ailing legs and knees,
trapped in a concrete jungle; there was nothing here to please,
The days were long and dreary and there seemed no end in sight,
was this the way he’d end his days or could things be put right?
A movement in the orange tree then seemed to catch his eye,
a Fantail flittered to and fro to snatch a passing fly.
At first he thought he must be wrong for Fantails don’t live near,
but when he saw it once again it filled his heart with cheer.
And visions then came flooding back of fishing in a creek,
where Fantails entertained for hours while chasing flies they seek.
Those long gone days had been such fun and life was filled with joy,
with memories of sun drenched days when he had been a boy.
The days became much brighter as he watched his little friend,
it seemed to lift his spirits or at least he could pretend.
He’d hurry out each morning; hope his mate would still be there,
then while away the hours, out in the garden they both share.
© T.E. Piggott
