Homework 20.02.17
Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 1:28 pm
More is Less © Dot Church 2017
I sit, the rain is falling from above.
It brings the scent of grass I always love.
The hills above are cloaked in hallowed cloud;
the rain falls softly from its watery shroud.
Winding back the clock I ponder childhood days;
I yearn for all the good old ways.
We ran without our shoes and little clothes
It was fun: to do just as we chose!
Time waits for no woman but at what cost?
So many pleasures yet so many lost!
Disposing of the memories, the fire I recall,
none could relocate the warmth, there for all.
Windows ajar just like the timber door;
but now with trepidation bolts galore.
Nets for sleeping, kept the mossies at bay,
and thus, I felt safe all tucked away!
No telly then, with its invasive gloom;
radio came gently to our room.
To bath then with Sunlight soap,
in winter, no hot water, but we’d cope.
Sadly, in our move from simple life
we lost our precious values, causing strife.
In the city, some feel oh so swank
for they recycle water in a tank.
Though I love these things and reminisce
and dream of times and memories I miss,
I am still to microwave the dinner yet,
pay bills online, to keep us free of debt.
Gran would love to see how we live now
TVs, computers, i-phones, she would wonder how.
As I watch the rain fall from the sky
More is Less and I ponder why!
I sit, the rain is falling from above.
It brings the scent of grass I always love.
The hills above are cloaked in hallowed cloud;
the rain falls softly from its watery shroud.
Winding back the clock I ponder childhood days;
I yearn for all the good old ways.
We ran without our shoes and little clothes
It was fun: to do just as we chose!
Time waits for no woman but at what cost?
So many pleasures yet so many lost!
Disposing of the memories, the fire I recall,
none could relocate the warmth, there for all.
Windows ajar just like the timber door;
but now with trepidation bolts galore.
Nets for sleeping, kept the mossies at bay,
and thus, I felt safe all tucked away!
No telly then, with its invasive gloom;
radio came gently to our room.
To bath then with Sunlight soap,
in winter, no hot water, but we’d cope.
Sadly, in our move from simple life
we lost our precious values, causing strife.
In the city, some feel oh so swank
for they recycle water in a tank.
Though I love these things and reminisce
and dream of times and memories I miss,
I am still to microwave the dinner yet,
pay bills online, to keep us free of debt.
Gran would love to see how we live now
TVs, computers, i-phones, she would wonder how.
As I watch the rain fall from the sky
More is Less and I ponder why!