Poems about People

The Holiday

The shimmering water beckoned
As we drove to a remote corner by the dunes.
Pitching our tent upon sand of silken grains
That flowed smoothly when we dipped in its depths.

Each morning we’d burst from the tent
As the sun balanced haphazardly on the horizon.
Its rays spearing the shadowy dunes
Then mother would call us for breakfast.
 
By day we swam in water that sparkled
Oblivious to clouds gathering in distant corners.
Father would keep watch for the midday tide
Mother would open the picnic hamper.

Father set aside his watch as the days swung by
In rhythm with the ever changing shadows.
When the sun beamed low upon a nearby tree
Mother would call us for tea.

By night we played snap or fish
Huddled together in the flickering glow.
And when our shadows fell languidly in ribbons
Father would signal goodnight.



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Louie's Wooden Plane

Louie flew his wooden plane
high above the clouds
He swooped and turned
He loop-de-looped
He felt so very proud

He built the plane
from bits of wood
Paint and varnish too
Attached a big propellor
It was looking oh so good

He donned his flying helmet
Climbed into the pilots seat
He turned the switch
The engine fired
A tune that sounded sweet

The plane swooped up
Banked left and right
And dived right down again
Then back up to the clouds it soured
Oh what a glorious flight

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The Hunk

He was called Suitcase Simpson
A hunk in disguise
with coat hanger shoulders
improbably wide
 
His duck egg blue jacket
Hung down to his hips
Over black velvet trousers
With bicycle clips

Miss Daisy did marvel
When he swaggered by
With his shiny gold watch
And a gleam in his eye

She sighed when he rippled
His muscles so strong
She swooned when he kissed her
All the night long

Suitcase smirked with a sneer
At the gang lads in town
Who jeered as he strutted
With Daisy on arm

His lopsided smile
Would tickle her fancy
And she smiled with fine pride
When they saw her friend Nancy

‘Tho Suitcase was tough
In his heart he was true
And Miss Daisy just loved
Her big hunk in blue
 
So if you go on down
Into town any day
You’ll see Suitcase and Daisy
And their baby named Fay.



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