It’s Poetry Friday and a busy week for me, so here is a quick haiku inspired by a morning walk.
Poetry Friday this week is hosted by Reading to the Core.
Have a great Friday!
Poetry Friday: A Happy Poem
It’s Poetry Friday – hooray! I’m having a busy week, the last one before school goes back here in my part of the world, but I didn’t want to let a Friday go by without sharing a poem that always makes me smile.
I’m Glad the Sky is Painted Blue
I’m glad the sky is painted blue,
And the earth is painted green,
With such a lot of nice fresh air
All sandwiched in between
(Anonymous)
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Poem: A Townsville Swim
Don’t go in
they said.
There are stingers
they said
and bull sharks
and, occasionally,
a lost crocodile.
Don’t go in,
they repeated
or you will die.
But, feeling rebellious,
I slipped off my shoes
crossed the gritty sand
and poked my brave brave toes
into the warm water.
Then, emboldened,
I crossed the road
and swam
in the hotel pool.
(Sally Murphy, 2014)
Coffee and a Poem
Yesterday my working day was interrupted by the need to take one of my beloved Murphlets into town for an appointment.
When this means you get to sit in the sun with a coffee and a notebook while you wait, you really don’t mind the interruption. Managed three poem drafts, a chat with a lovely elderly couple at the next couple, and no feeling of time lost.
Pelican Perspectives
It’s a lovely time of year in my part of the world. Autumn seems to be always mild here, and this year it’s been glorious (though I am aware that we really do need some rain). As a result my morning walks and bike rides are special, filled with bits of magic.
Most magic this week has been the presence of three pelicans on my local lake. It’s not a big lake, but always has plenty of ducks, an occasional swan, ibises, and even spoonbills. But I’ve never seen a pelican there – let alone three of them.
When I first saw them I took a bajillion photos, worried it might be a one off. This is one of those photos, taken last Thursday:
The light that morning added to the magic.
Nearly a week later the pelicans are still there, but the magic hasn’t worn off. I did think, though, that I was all photoed out – until I stood on a bridge, watching them through the railing – and knew I had to snap this:
Reminded me more than a little of looking through the round window on Playschool.
A day that starts with a pelican (or three) is bound to be a good day.