Tuesday, February 15, 2005

On Time

Five o-clock
In these Italian hills
The birds hide in the mountain oaks
A cuckoo calls high upon
A distant wire
We reach for the binoculars
But the rogue’s gone
Hans says
Now we’ll have to wait an hour
For another

15 comments:

Roger Stevens said...

These are from a holiday in Italy a couple of years ago. I've a feeling I've posted this one before. Apologies if I have.

Ostrich said...

Life's all about a happy marriage of providence and opportunity.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I have a sheep clock in the hall but it's scared of the dog so it sneeks the hour.

Roger Stevens said...

Hi, Sue. Welcome to blogging. Like your poems BTW.

Clicking on highlighted names will take you to their blogs.

Amie said...

italy...i just saw from one of diane lane's movie and yet i find the place enchanting.

Hans the Destroyer said...

Ah, lovely indeed. And you can't go wrong with a name like HANS in a poem ;).

Lohans said...

I certainly DO like sneezing! And I hope by the excited manner in which you posted on my blog you like to as well!? Sneezing is wonderful fun! Except after...when you get snotty. :)

Syl said...

Gladys Millhammer was not in the mood
To stand waiting for the silly birds
Disguntled, shuffling, checking her watch
She missed the melodic grossbills
words.

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Syl said...

Sorry, Roger... Gladys kept hitting the remote, thinking her electric car would come an fetch 'er!

Syl said...

Gee Whiz on the horizon?

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thanks glad you like them,
glad it worked