ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

ARTHRITICALLY YOURS …. Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBarkPoet



I don’t fall under winters spell
nor handle the cold at all well
In fact the home in which I dwell
is freezing, bloody freezing.

I’m over wind and rain and squalls
I don’t handle the cold at all
I am not held in winter’s thrall…
and now my roof is leaking.

I long for picnics in the park
with crisp clear days, hearing the bark
of dogs at play – they run and – hark
I hear a magpie calling.

Endless blue skies and warming rays
to me bring joy into my days
I harmonize with nature – Grey
skies gone, the sun so warming.

My misty morning memories
of frosted glass and remedies
for coughs and colds and allergies
are all less than enthralling.

I don’t fall under winters spell
Thank God it’s short in Queensland – well
compared to the North Pole et al.
Summer stops my joints creaking.

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