I stand on the lawn,
Mallett in hand,
Balls in front of me.
I look up and am amazed,
The sky is clear blue,
Not a cloud in sight.
A beautiful summers day
Playing croquet with friends.
But is it an illusion?
How can it be so fine,
So wonderfully sunny,
On the third day of the year.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was playing croquet yesterday in bright sun the only clue to the time of the year was the heavy clothing I was wearing, it was chilly but looked like a summers day.
- Category: Reflection
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The weather is so mild at the moment and long may it continue - I am currently free of the symptons of cold induced urtivaria. m
That is great Michael, I am glad all is well.
A fine write Gold. Yes - Michael and I have not got fleas! It's the uticaria (only slightly for me) with itching if very cold weather. With Fido it might be fleas!
Thank you Orchi.
Your first three lines made me think I was about to read something bawdy but... no.
Observational stuff, you wait. Soon you'll be shivvvering with those wooden balls frosted and stuck to the grass..... nowt so inclement as our weather.
Our chariman was asked if there was a close season, he did say we couldn't play for a couple of weeks last year!
Hello Goldfinch60,
Thanks for your good write.
May we have a good summer this year to mark this new Decade!
Keep writing FineB
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