Song for a Saturday
Mist in the morning, raw and nippy,
Leaves on the pavement, wet and slippy.
Sun on fire behind the trees,
Muddy boots, muddy knees.
Shop windows, lighted early,
Smoking grass, dewy, pearly.
Red, lemon, orange and brown,
Silently, softly the leaves float down
Out and About
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When my daughters were quite young we walked to the library at east three times a week.
It was important to me that they have a love of books.
This book, Out and About, was one of their very favourites. It’s a collection of seasonal poems, really. With beautiful illustrations. I still have it at home and read it to my grandchildren when they visit.
Poetry is something that has sort of gone out of style. I am willing to risk sounding “old” when I say that I think it’s rather a shame. It takes a bit of emotional intelligence to read a poem and that is something we need more of these days.