ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Well Bob you egged me on and I thought I'd write nonsense and started out that way but I got a bit sentimental. Just a first draft and I may re-write. but....

No Silver Spoons © Dot Church 02.05.15

I’m just a humble person that is what methinkets
No precious heirlooms maybe some tawdry trinkets
And these I choose to call me bibs and bobs so quaint
without the bibs there is no bobs; no there just ain’t.

My father was a labour man he was real gruff.
Times of harsh reality, for life was sometimes tough.
Let me tell you I never saw those silver spoons
But we had ice-cream on Sunday afternoons.

We had no real wealth to keep under lock and key
but a happy family where lots of love flowed free.
The little things we had, made life so worthwhile,
Tawdry little trinkets to make a young girl smile.

I never hankered for silver spoons so cold
I had a family, their hearts were made of gold.
I’m still a humble person and wiser one assumes
richer with memories, no need for those heirlooms.

Good stuff Dot. Having a go is the most important.



JUST DO IT !


Bob

Polish those trinkets Dot and I think you have a ripper of a poem here - I like it - and good on you for having a go as well

Good start Dot.

You reminded me;

Better is a dinner of herbs
where love is
than a fatted ox
and hatred with it.

Solomon, circa 1000BC

Thanks Bob, Maureen and Neville for your positive comments. You people gave me the inspiration. Loved your saying from Solomon Neville.

Dot

Hi Dot
I really liked your poem.

I reckon you found what really are treasures.

Terry

Thanks Terry.
Cheers
Dot

Terry's right Dot - you make a good point that with or without the trinkets the real treasures are the precious memories.