IN A SIX HORSE POLICE FORCE SLEIGH homework w/e 26.12.11
Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 4:21 pm
In a six horse police force sleigh.
He was seen by the unseeing, and acknowledged by the few
who still in their hearts held kindness and judged not what others do.
There was no illumination or joyfulness in his eyes
he sat slumped, alone and lonely. All around him Christmas cries.
The three buskers on the corner sang the carols of good cheer,
from the Mall came Christmas music, from the pub the smell of beer.
Christmas shoppers hurried, scurried, through streets full of Christmas lights.
None acknowledging the stranger – all unseeing of his plight.
A friendly voice he heard beside him, then his shoulder felt the touch.
To those with nothing just a simple smile can mean so much.
A cup of coffee proffered – a steaming hot and fragrant brew.
He raised his eyes to thank the giver – recognized the suit of blue.
Kindly eyes looked down upon him, they were crinkled by the smile
on the lips of the blue angel, golden haired and all the while
people passed , though now all saw him – wondered why he had been caught.
There were none who knew the kindness this young constable had bought.
‘It’s a hard life living rough mate on these busy city streets
I thought you might like a coffee - it’s a chance to rest my feet.
There’s a spare bed at the shelter I checked a minute ago
if you’d like a lift we’ll take you, it’s not all that far you know.’
He considered for a moment and then gave a rakish grin
and said ‘thank you very kindly I thought you might run me in.
I accept your generous offer – and I like your bright red sleigh
with tartan trim and flashing light dear – that will really make my day.’
So together they moved slowly down the busy city mall
to the waiting six horse chariot, driven by her blue garbed pal.
With a wave to the onlookers he drove regally away,
headed for the homeless shelter – in the six horse police force sleigh.
Maureen Clifford © 12/11
He was seen by the unseeing, and acknowledged by the few
who still in their hearts held kindness and judged not what others do.
There was no illumination or joyfulness in his eyes
he sat slumped, alone and lonely. All around him Christmas cries.
The three buskers on the corner sang the carols of good cheer,
from the Mall came Christmas music, from the pub the smell of beer.
Christmas shoppers hurried, scurried, through streets full of Christmas lights.
None acknowledging the stranger – all unseeing of his plight.
A friendly voice he heard beside him, then his shoulder felt the touch.
To those with nothing just a simple smile can mean so much.
A cup of coffee proffered – a steaming hot and fragrant brew.
He raised his eyes to thank the giver – recognized the suit of blue.
Kindly eyes looked down upon him, they were crinkled by the smile
on the lips of the blue angel, golden haired and all the while
people passed , though now all saw him – wondered why he had been caught.
There were none who knew the kindness this young constable had bought.
‘It’s a hard life living rough mate on these busy city streets
I thought you might like a coffee - it’s a chance to rest my feet.
There’s a spare bed at the shelter I checked a minute ago
if you’d like a lift we’ll take you, it’s not all that far you know.’
He considered for a moment and then gave a rakish grin
and said ‘thank you very kindly I thought you might run me in.
I accept your generous offer – and I like your bright red sleigh
with tartan trim and flashing light dear – that will really make my day.’
So together they moved slowly down the busy city mall
to the waiting six horse chariot, driven by her blue garbed pal.
With a wave to the onlookers he drove regally away,
headed for the homeless shelter – in the six horse police force sleigh.
Maureen Clifford © 12/11
