SUNDAY MUSE #87
Do you mind, glorious white charger
if I snuggle in your mane
I’m used to warmer climes
where there’s no snow, but rain
if I snuggle in your mane
I’m used to warmer climes
where there’s no snow, but rain
My friends have all flown south
and I find myself quite alone
unaccustomed to this white stuff
and chilled quite to the bone
and I find myself quite alone
unaccustomed to this white stuff
and chilled quite to the bone
I’m asking for permission
in hopes you’ll say all right
my southward journey was booked
but alas I’ve missed my flight
in hopes you’ll say all right
my southward journey was booked
but alas I’ve missed my flight
You seem a friendly fellow
you’ll hardly know I’m here
I’m sure we can be the best of friends
by the time it’s Spring next year.
you’ll hardly know I’m here
I’m sure we can be the best of friends
by the time it’s Spring next year.
Beautiful take Beverley, and loved the story and the rhyme.:)
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet and lovely poem Beverly! I love it! Such brilliant rhyme and it flows beautifully to the end. Always a pleasure to read your poetry!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
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