Little fingers, little feet
Beautiful baby, so tiny, so sweet
How I wished that you could stay
How sad I was when you went away
For reasons I may never know
You couldn’t stay, you had to go
You took with you my love, my tears
You challenged me to face my fears
You captured my heart without even trying
Now without you my heart is crying
You touched my life for the briefest of time
Enough for me to call you mine
Whatever the reason why you couldn’t stay
I’ll love you as long as night follows day
You’ll live in my heart in a special place
And I’ll think of you often with a smiling face
For you were an angel who came briefly to Earth
But too delicate, too fragile, to stay beyond birth
Perhaps this world was too harsh, who knows
But I am still glad it was me you chose
Because even though I’m full of grief
You’ve changed my life beyond belief
I’ve never known such love, such pain –
And life will never be the same
For we have a bond that no-one can sever
And I will love you for ever and ever
© Carol Pool
Wednesday 26 May 2010
Friday 12 March 2010
Shark Fin Soup
Shark fin soup? Oh, what a treat,
That’s what diners are told
But if they knew the truth of it
Their blood would all run cold
First the shark is baited
And a hook speared through its lips
Helpless now, it can’t escape
And gets hit with clubs and whips
Hauled up on the boat now
Gasping for its breath
Unaware of the fate that awaits -
A fate that’s worse than death
Held down on the deck now
Trapped by a net of mesh
As knives with sharpened edges
Carve deep into its flesh
No anaesthetic for this poor shark
Nothing to numb the pain
Just blinding, searing agony
And all for monetary gain
Its fins sliced off while still alive
Just to make a bowl of soup
And its tail for added flavour ~
“Would you like another scoop?”
“It’s a delicacy, you know, Sir,
Served only to the best
You really should have a taste, Sir
And add lemon for some zest,”
The shark no longer needed
Was tossed back in the sea
Without its fins and tail
So could never again swim free
There is an outcry if a shark
should kill a human being
But millions of sharks are killed each year
And have no chance of fleeing
All for a bowl of soup, my friends
That’s said to be a treat
Served up to some diners
Who think themselves elite
But the truly elite among us
Are those with love and care
Who treat with kind compassion
Life’s creatures everywhere
© Carol Pool
www.thepoemlady.blogspot.com
www.thepoemlady.co.uk
That’s what diners are told
But if they knew the truth of it
Their blood would all run cold
First the shark is baited
And a hook speared through its lips
Helpless now, it can’t escape
And gets hit with clubs and whips
Hauled up on the boat now
Gasping for its breath
Unaware of the fate that awaits -
A fate that’s worse than death
Held down on the deck now
Trapped by a net of mesh
As knives with sharpened edges
Carve deep into its flesh
No anaesthetic for this poor shark
Nothing to numb the pain
Just blinding, searing agony
And all for monetary gain
Its fins sliced off while still alive
Just to make a bowl of soup
And its tail for added flavour ~
“Would you like another scoop?”
“It’s a delicacy, you know, Sir,
Served only to the best
You really should have a taste, Sir
And add lemon for some zest,”
The shark no longer needed
Was tossed back in the sea
Without its fins and tail
So could never again swim free
There is an outcry if a shark
should kill a human being
But millions of sharks are killed each year
And have no chance of fleeing
All for a bowl of soup, my friends
That’s said to be a treat
Served up to some diners
Who think themselves elite
But the truly elite among us
Are those with love and care
Who treat with kind compassion
Life’s creatures everywhere
© Carol Pool
www.thepoemlady.blogspot.com
www.thepoemlady.co.uk
Wednesday 3 March 2010
A Plea From The Badgers
I’m just a voiceless badger -
Will someone speak for me?
Will someone tell the people
Killing me won’t stop TB?
It’s hard enough staying alive
Crossing your concrete rivers
With speeding, screaming monsters
That quite give me the shivers
Those horrible big metal things,
Cause a lot of badgers’ deaths
We crawl to the nearest ditches
With our last agonising breaths
Our families try to find us
When we fail to return home
That’s when our babies die hungry
‘cos they’re left to fend alone
Then there are those wicked men
Who really have no hearts
They love to hunt us with their dogs
And cheer as we’re ripped apart
Others kill us for our hair
They say it makes a good brush
For shaving or for makeup
They say it’s really plush
Is there really nothing else
That they could use instead?
Then they wouldn’t snare or gas us
Or shoot us in the head
Now you want to kill us all
‘cos you say we’re to blame
You say that it’s our fault
Your cows are sick and lame
Maybe when we’re dead and gone
You’ll realise your mistake
But then for us it’ll be too late
So wake up, for goodness sake
Wake up to what you’re doing
Think about the cost
Not just in terms of money
But of things that could be lost
You’re wiping out Earth’s resources
Because of all your greed
Tell me, what is the reason
Why you take more than you need?
It seems to me you’ve lost your way
And you’ve forgotten what to do
To nurture the land and plants and things
So it provides for ALL of you
Good farmers know to work the land
And rest it between crops
To give it proper nutrients
For better products in your shops
Good farmers don’t use poisons
That kill the birds and bees
Infect the entire food chain
Causing trails of disease
Good farmers use quality food
To keep their animals well
And keep them in good conditions
That aren’t a living hell
Remember that old saying
As you sow, then so you reap?
Well, now’s your chance to make a change
And stop treating life as cheap
Start living kindly on the land
And treating all with care
People, animals and the like
And remember too, to share
Be the change you want to see
Give your children a better Earth
Stop polluting the planet
Or we’ll all be sick from birth
I speak for creatures everywhere
Not just badgers, wildlife and birds
But animals in farms and zoos
Whose voices can’t be heard
If you could understand us
This is what we’d to say,
Remember we have feelings too
So please treat us well each day
© Carol Pool October 2007
Will someone speak for me?
Will someone tell the people
Killing me won’t stop TB?
It’s hard enough staying alive
Crossing your concrete rivers
With speeding, screaming monsters
That quite give me the shivers
Those horrible big metal things,
Cause a lot of badgers’ deaths
We crawl to the nearest ditches
With our last agonising breaths
Our families try to find us
When we fail to return home
That’s when our babies die hungry
‘cos they’re left to fend alone
Then there are those wicked men
Who really have no hearts
They love to hunt us with their dogs
And cheer as we’re ripped apart
Others kill us for our hair
They say it makes a good brush
For shaving or for makeup
They say it’s really plush
Is there really nothing else
That they could use instead?
Then they wouldn’t snare or gas us
Or shoot us in the head
Now you want to kill us all
‘cos you say we’re to blame
You say that it’s our fault
Your cows are sick and lame
Maybe when we’re dead and gone
You’ll realise your mistake
But then for us it’ll be too late
So wake up, for goodness sake
Wake up to what you’re doing
Think about the cost
Not just in terms of money
But of things that could be lost
You’re wiping out Earth’s resources
Because of all your greed
Tell me, what is the reason
Why you take more than you need?
It seems to me you’ve lost your way
And you’ve forgotten what to do
To nurture the land and plants and things
So it provides for ALL of you
Good farmers know to work the land
And rest it between crops
To give it proper nutrients
For better products in your shops
Good farmers don’t use poisons
That kill the birds and bees
Infect the entire food chain
Causing trails of disease
Good farmers use quality food
To keep their animals well
And keep them in good conditions
That aren’t a living hell
Remember that old saying
As you sow, then so you reap?
Well, now’s your chance to make a change
And stop treating life as cheap
Start living kindly on the land
And treating all with care
People, animals and the like
And remember too, to share
Be the change you want to see
Give your children a better Earth
Stop polluting the planet
Or we’ll all be sick from birth
I speak for creatures everywhere
Not just badgers, wildlife and birds
But animals in farms and zoos
Whose voices can’t be heard
If you could understand us
This is what we’d to say,
Remember we have feelings too
So please treat us well each day
© Carol Pool October 2007
Wednesday 17 February 2010
THE RHYTHM OF LIFE
by Carol Pool
You speak
of the beat of the drum
and liken it to the beat of the heart,
but you do not hear
the beat of the heart of the Earth
for you are no longer in harmony with it.
How can you feel
the heartbeat of the Earth
when you walk only on areas
you have suffocated with concrete?
By doing this,
you have disconnected yourselves
from nature
and can no longer feel
the gentle pulse of life
but instead harken only
to the rapid ticking of your clocks
and the noise of your engines.
You do not hear the cries
of the Great Spirit
calling you to silence
for only when you are silent
will you know
the wonders of your world and ours.
Everything beats
to the Rhythm of Life.
The Great Spirit speaks to you
in the vibration
of the wings of the butterflies
and the bees,
in the rustle of the leaves
on the trees,
in the song of the birds
and the call of the wild.
Each one plays
its part in the great orchestra.
Except man,
who plays a different tune
and beats his drum
and crashes his cymbals
so loud and so often
all he hears
is a cacophony of discordant noise
and not
the beautiful melody
that surrounds him.
Small wonder indeed
that man can no longer feel the heartbeat of the Earth,
and cannot hear her cries of pain
when he trashes her land,
destroys her forests
and kills her creatures
Do you not know
that what you do to the Earth you do to yourselves?
The trees clean the air,
yet you rip them out of the ground
and then wonder
why your children cannot breathe.
You smear the soil with poisons
and pollute the waters with your waste
and wonder why your food is contaminated
and your health is poor.
You are like spoilt children
who bully and beat their mother
until her spirit is battered and broken
yet still expect her to get up
and nourish and nurture you.
You expect her still to love you
and care for you
when she is bruised and bleeding
and dying of a broken heart.
The Earth is that Mother.
Take care.
Love her, respect her and revere her,
for without her you have nothing.
Nothing.
Remember the drum and the beat of the heart, for
HEART
is just another way of spelling
EARTH.
copyright Carol Pool 1999 - 2010
by Carol Pool
You speak
of the beat of the drum
and liken it to the beat of the heart,
but you do not hear
the beat of the heart of the Earth
for you are no longer in harmony with it.
How can you feel
the heartbeat of the Earth
when you walk only on areas
you have suffocated with concrete?
By doing this,
you have disconnected yourselves
from nature
and can no longer feel
the gentle pulse of life
but instead harken only
to the rapid ticking of your clocks
and the noise of your engines.
You do not hear the cries
of the Great Spirit
calling you to silence
for only when you are silent
will you know
the wonders of your world and ours.
Everything beats
to the Rhythm of Life.
The Great Spirit speaks to you
in the vibration
of the wings of the butterflies
and the bees,
in the rustle of the leaves
on the trees,
in the song of the birds
and the call of the wild.
Each one plays
its part in the great orchestra.
Except man,
who plays a different tune
and beats his drum
and crashes his cymbals
so loud and so often
all he hears
is a cacophony of discordant noise
and not
the beautiful melody
that surrounds him.
Small wonder indeed
that man can no longer feel the heartbeat of the Earth,
and cannot hear her cries of pain
when he trashes her land,
destroys her forests
and kills her creatures
Do you not know
that what you do to the Earth you do to yourselves?
The trees clean the air,
yet you rip them out of the ground
and then wonder
why your children cannot breathe.
You smear the soil with poisons
and pollute the waters with your waste
and wonder why your food is contaminated
and your health is poor.
You are like spoilt children
who bully and beat their mother
until her spirit is battered and broken
yet still expect her to get up
and nourish and nurture you.
You expect her still to love you
and care for you
when she is bruised and bleeding
and dying of a broken heart.
The Earth is that Mother.
Take care.
Love her, respect her and revere her,
for without her you have nothing.
Nothing.
Remember the drum and the beat of the heart, for
HEART
is just another way of spelling
EARTH.
copyright Carol Pool 1999 - 2010
Friday 29 January 2010
Tash Attack and Waxy Whiskers!
This is a tale of waxing woe
For to the salon I must go
‘Cos you will be alarmed to learn
A hairy lip caused some concern (!)
I was running rather late
As I got ready for a date
When to my horror I did see
Some thick black hairs where none should be
Shocked, I fetched my beauty tray
And waxed the dreaded ‘tash’ away
The hairs came out, neat and clean
The ‘tash’ was gone, but there unseen
Was a trace of wax, lying in wait
For when I kissed my perfect date
I answered the door, still unaware
And smiled as my date stood there
His moustache was thick and lush
(And looked rather like a bristle brush)
It really was a pride and joy
He’d had since he just was a boy
Arm in arm we walked away
But I was later to regret that day …
For all was fine until ‘goodnight’
When my lover held me tight
He kissed my lips in deep embrace
Then found himself stuck to my face!
His ‘tash’ had to be removed
With scissors ‘cos it was firmly glued
His top lip then looked out of place
A pale stripe on a suntanned face –
And I was back then to square one
With more black hairs than I’d begun!
Strangely I haven’t seen him since …
But maybe that’s ‘cos I made him wince,
So the moral of this story is
Remove the wax or you’ll stay a Ms!
© Carol Pool (aka Sherri Trifle !)
thepoemlady.co.uk and thepoemlady.blogspot.com
For to the salon I must go
‘Cos you will be alarmed to learn
A hairy lip caused some concern (!)
I was running rather late
As I got ready for a date
When to my horror I did see
Some thick black hairs where none should be
Shocked, I fetched my beauty tray
And waxed the dreaded ‘tash’ away
The hairs came out, neat and clean
The ‘tash’ was gone, but there unseen
Was a trace of wax, lying in wait
For when I kissed my perfect date
I answered the door, still unaware
And smiled as my date stood there
His moustache was thick and lush
(And looked rather like a bristle brush)
It really was a pride and joy
He’d had since he just was a boy
Arm in arm we walked away
But I was later to regret that day …
For all was fine until ‘goodnight’
When my lover held me tight
He kissed my lips in deep embrace
Then found himself stuck to my face!
His ‘tash’ had to be removed
With scissors ‘cos it was firmly glued
His top lip then looked out of place
A pale stripe on a suntanned face –
And I was back then to square one
With more black hairs than I’d begun!
Strangely I haven’t seen him since …
But maybe that’s ‘cos I made him wince,
So the moral of this story is
Remove the wax or you’ll stay a Ms!
© Carol Pool (aka Sherri Trifle !)
thepoemlady.co.uk and thepoemlady.blogspot.com
Thursday 28 January 2010
The Word is Spreading ...
The word is spreading
People are getting wise
They’re starting to see
What’s hidden from their eyes
The word is spreading
People are getting to know
They’re looking beyond
What the media can show
The word is spreading
And when they hear ‘the word’
People will question
What they’ve seen and heard
The word is spreading
There’s much to re-learn
We must question it all
And start to discern
The word is spreading
And it’s happening now
So don’t sit on the fence
Just stroking your brow
The word is spreading
Soon the seesaw will soar
And all the phonies
Will fall on the floor
The word is spreading
Will you spread the word
And think for yourself -
Or believe all you’ve heard?
The word is spreading
And you can be part
If you listen to your soul
And speak from your heart
The word is spreading
So spread it round please
And when more are aware
We’ll all live in ease
© Carol Pool
thepoemlady.co.uk
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
People are getting wise
They’re starting to see
What’s hidden from their eyes
The word is spreading
People are getting to know
They’re looking beyond
What the media can show
The word is spreading
And when they hear ‘the word’
People will question
What they’ve seen and heard
The word is spreading
There’s much to re-learn
We must question it all
And start to discern
The word is spreading
And it’s happening now
So don’t sit on the fence
Just stroking your brow
The word is spreading
Soon the seesaw will soar
And all the phonies
Will fall on the floor
The word is spreading
Will you spread the word
And think for yourself -
Or believe all you’ve heard?
The word is spreading
And you can be part
If you listen to your soul
And speak from your heart
The word is spreading
So spread it round please
And when more are aware
We’ll all live in ease
© Carol Pool
thepoemlady.co.uk
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
Sunday 24 January 2010
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
My thoughts on education - in verse, of course!
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
And setting them test after test
Just so officials can see
How each measures up to the rest
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
And making them all the same
Cos each one’s an individual
Playing a part in life’s game
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
And cramming them full of ‘stuff’
Stop stifling their natural talents -
It’s time to say enough!
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
Let them do what inspires -
And when left to their devices
They’ll follow their hearts’ desires
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
But encourage imagination
Then you’ll be amazed to see
What they can bring into creation
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
Just let them flourish and grow
Let them follow their own interests
And then just watch them go!
© Carol Pool Jan 2010
thepoemlady.co.uk
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
And setting them test after test
Just so officials can see
How each measures up to the rest
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
And making them all the same
Cos each one’s an individual
Playing a part in life’s game
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
And cramming them full of ‘stuff’
Stop stifling their natural talents -
It’s time to say enough!
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
Let them do what inspires -
And when left to their devices
They’ll follow their hearts’ desires
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
But encourage imagination
Then you’ll be amazed to see
What they can bring into creation
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
Just let them flourish and grow
Let them follow their own interests
And then just watch them go!
© Carol Pool Jan 2010
thepoemlady.co.uk
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
Saturday 23 January 2010
Mercury - a Toxic Timebomb
Mercury - A Toxic Timebomb
Scared of going to the dentist?
You should be, but not because of the drill
But because what they put in your teeth
Can make you very ill
Silver mercury amalgam
Is what they like to use
A highly toxic poison
That you would never choose
If you ask about the safety
They will simply say
(With a reassuring smile)
"There's no proof either way."
Now I have to say I'm curious,
How come the 'Powers That Be'
(The Government Agency, DEFRA)
Can say: "Don't touch mercury!"
To clear a broken lightbulb
You must open the windows wide
Don't breathe it in or get it on your skin
But seal it in a bag outside
Because mercury is "Hazardous waste
And should not be put in the bin."
They say: "No amount is good for you,"
SO WHY LET DENTISTS PUT IT IN?!
Any contact can make you sick
And workers in China are dying
Of exposure to poisonous mercury
making the lightbulbs we're buying
Mercury's a toxic timebomb
So if you've got any in your head
Go to a mercury-free dentist
Who'll put white fillings in instead!
Your smile will be much brighter
And your health much better too,
And avoid mercury lightbulbs ~
Don't let people die for you
thepoemlady.co.uk
For more info see article in The Sunday Times, May 3, 2009
Scared of going to the dentist?
You should be, but not because of the drill
But because what they put in your teeth
Can make you very ill
Silver mercury amalgam
Is what they like to use
A highly toxic poison
That you would never choose
If you ask about the safety
They will simply say
(With a reassuring smile)
"There's no proof either way."
Now I have to say I'm curious,
How come the 'Powers That Be'
(The Government Agency, DEFRA)
Can say: "Don't touch mercury!"
To clear a broken lightbulb
You must open the windows wide
Don't breathe it in or get it on your skin
But seal it in a bag outside
Because mercury is "Hazardous waste
And should not be put in the bin."
They say: "No amount is good for you,"
SO WHY LET DENTISTS PUT IT IN?!
Any contact can make you sick
And workers in China are dying
Of exposure to poisonous mercury
making the lightbulbs we're buying
Mercury's a toxic timebomb
So if you've got any in your head
Go to a mercury-free dentist
Who'll put white fillings in instead!
Your smile will be much brighter
And your health much better too,
And avoid mercury lightbulbs ~
Don't let people die for you
thepoemlady.co.uk
For more info see article in The Sunday Times, May 3, 2009
Where's the Money, Honey?
"Where's the money, Honey?"
Is what you've got to ask
Before you even sit down
And start another task
Don't say "Maybe, Baby!"
'cos being vague's no good
you need to know if you want to grow
and get out of the wood
You can dare if you're aware
to spread your wings and fly
but take care of the small stuff
or your plans will crash and die
So being specific's terrific
right down to the very last coin
you can tell when a job's done well
'cos others will want to join
So ask: "Where's the money, Honey?"
'Cos if you can find a way
to get paid for what you love doing
you can do it every day.
copyright Carol Pool Jan 2010
thepoemlady.co.uk
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
This poem was inspired by the usual comment from my mentor, Roger Lowrey, every time I come up with another good idea! "WHERE'S THE MONEY IN IT?!"
"Where's the money, Honey?"
Is what you've got to ask
Before you even sit down
And start another task
Don't say "Maybe, Baby!"
'cos being vague's no good
you need to know if you want to grow
and get out of the wood
You can dare if you're aware
to spread your wings and fly
but take care of the small stuff
or your plans will crash and die
So being specific's terrific
right down to the very last coin
you can tell when a job's done well
'cos others will want to join
So ask: "Where's the money, Honey?"
'Cos if you can find a way
to get paid for what you love doing
you can do it every day.
copyright Carol Pool Jan 2010
thepoemlady.co.uk
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
This poem was inspired by the usual comment from my mentor, Roger Lowrey, every time I come up with another good idea! "WHERE'S THE MONEY IN IT?!"
Friday 22 January 2010
Mercury Madness
Mercury makes you mad, they say,
and I am mad as hell
at the dentists who still use it
in the fillings that they sell
I'm mad as hell at the dentist
who poisoned me for years
telling me it was safe
and allaying all my fears
Two suspected heart attacks
extreme exhaustion and fatigue
memory fog and more besides
is what it did to me
MS, ME and chest pains
and many other ills
can be caused by what the dentist
puts in the teeth he fills
'Cos Mercury's a known poison
so if your health's in doubt
and you've got a mouthful of it
then get those fillings out!
Not by a standard dentist, though,
but one that's Mercury free
you want to be quite sure
that it's done properly
So before you take medication
for any of your ills
get checked for metal poisoning
don't just opt for pills
Sort the source, not the problem
and look after yourself well
and eradicate any toxins
'cos being ill is hell!!!
Carol Pool Jan 2010
thepoemlady.co.uk<
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
Mercury makes you mad, they say,
and I am mad as hell
at the dentists who still use it
in the fillings that they sell
I'm mad as hell at the dentist
who poisoned me for years
telling me it was safe
and allaying all my fears
Two suspected heart attacks
extreme exhaustion and fatigue
memory fog and more besides
is what it did to me
MS, ME and chest pains
and many other ills
can be caused by what the dentist
puts in the teeth he fills
'Cos Mercury's a known poison
so if your health's in doubt
and you've got a mouthful of it
then get those fillings out!
Not by a standard dentist, though,
but one that's Mercury free
you want to be quite sure
that it's done properly
So before you take medication
for any of your ills
get checked for metal poisoning
don't just opt for pills
Sort the source, not the problem
and look after yourself well
and eradicate any toxins
'cos being ill is hell!!!
Carol Pool Jan 2010
thepoemlady.co.uk<
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
Wednesday 20 January 2010
A Life in Verse ..
A life in verse - after all, we all live in the Uni-verse!!
I have had a fun afternoon today, posing for pictures for the local paper for an article they are writing about me and my poems. I felt like one of those lovely models, you know, when they say things like, "Look up ... face this way, smile, etc." Unfortunately I don't look like one so might have to borrow an airbrush.... haha. Let's hope the lens was sympathetic, eh!
If you'd like to read one of my latest poems, here it is: (PS if you are sharing this around, please keep my name and details on it. If you want to reproduce it anywhere, please ask first.)
SLUSH by Carol Pool
Slush is snow that's lost its glow
it's grey instead of white
and unlike when it first arrived
doesn't sparkle in the light
Slush is snow that's like Playdough
that's been moulded by many hands
and snowman, sleighs and snowballs
brought fun across the land
Slush is snow the wind can't blow
it's dirty, watery ice
it makes a really awful mess
and isn't very nice
Slush is snow that's started to go
to make way for better weather
but it brought unity to community
and people did things together
Snow's become slush that's in a rush
to get to the lakes and rivers
and we're all glad to see it go
'cos we tired of having the shivers!
copyright Carol Pool Jan 2010
www.thepoemlady.co.uk
I have had a fun afternoon today, posing for pictures for the local paper for an article they are writing about me and my poems. I felt like one of those lovely models, you know, when they say things like, "Look up ... face this way, smile, etc." Unfortunately I don't look like one so might have to borrow an airbrush.... haha. Let's hope the lens was sympathetic, eh!
If you'd like to read one of my latest poems, here it is: (PS if you are sharing this around, please keep my name and details on it. If you want to reproduce it anywhere, please ask first.)
SLUSH by Carol Pool
Slush is snow that's lost its glow
it's grey instead of white
and unlike when it first arrived
doesn't sparkle in the light
Slush is snow that's like Playdough
that's been moulded by many hands
and snowman, sleighs and snowballs
brought fun across the land
Slush is snow the wind can't blow
it's dirty, watery ice
it makes a really awful mess
and isn't very nice
Slush is snow that's started to go
to make way for better weather
but it brought unity to community
and people did things together
Snow's become slush that's in a rush
to get to the lakes and rivers
and we're all glad to see it go
'cos we tired of having the shivers!
copyright Carol Pool Jan 2010
www.thepoemlady.co.uk
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