This is yesterday’s poem. It couldn’t get written then, because it was too busy happening.
It’s for Cai, Ethan and Foley, and it’s a quatern.
One six, one seven, one eight years old
Experience the festival
The tastes, the sights, the sounds, the smells,
Intrepidly they try them all.
The rain begins to fall upon
One six, one seven, one eight years old.
They shelter in a treasure trove
Of stories, overwhelmed with choice.
A cafe or a barbecue?
A taxi ride? Expensive food?
One six, one seven, one eight years old.
Discover nothing’s set in stone.
A house and garden full of treats,
A piano and a giant dog,
Descended on with gusto by
One six, one seven, one eight years old.
Tom Juniper Poetry 