IF WISHES WERE HORSES - h'work w/e 18.1.16
Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2016 10:01 am
Just my quick 10 minute scribble to kick off the new year
IF WISHES WERE HORSES … Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
I guess that we’ve come down to earth
on this a brand new day.
One brand new year untouched, unharmed
pristine in every way.
Our woven fantasy must end
and that head in the clouds
now sees that, in reality
we’re just one in the crowds.
The Christmas rush is over,
it’s now the January sale
sells discounted cards and baubles
in economies of scale.
The stores now display Hot Cross buns
their profits never fail.
They never let a chance go by,
cash is their Holy Grail.
A desert island’s currency
of coconut and crabs
exchanged for peace and harmony
to me’s a scene that grabs
immediate attention as
I visualize the scene …
white sand, lagoons and waving palms.
Alas, it’s but a dream.
IF WISHES WERE HORSES … Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
I guess that we’ve come down to earth
on this a brand new day.
One brand new year untouched, unharmed
pristine in every way.
Our woven fantasy must end
and that head in the clouds
now sees that, in reality
we’re just one in the crowds.
The Christmas rush is over,
it’s now the January sale
sells discounted cards and baubles
in economies of scale.
The stores now display Hot Cross buns
their profits never fail.
They never let a chance go by,
cash is their Holy Grail.
A desert island’s currency
of coconut and crabs
exchanged for peace and harmony
to me’s a scene that grabs
immediate attention as
I visualize the scene …
white sand, lagoons and waving palms.
Alas, it’s but a dream.