We have an un-named pear tree,
We love its blossom and shade,
And fruit comes as a bonus
Once in each decade.
This year we had a bumper crop.
The pears have a delicate flavour
i.e. no taste at all,
But my thrifty nature means
I must use them when they fall.
And we have a bumper crop.
Our pears supply a meal to
Many a type of grub,
There're the base of the food chain
A culinary hub,
And we have a bumper crop.
What can you do with
Hundreds of tasteless pears?
Even the starlings did not
Take their usual shares
Of our bumper crop.
The fridge and freezer are full of
Purees - chutney - pud.
I hope we never again have
A harvest so bountifully good
As this bumper crop of pears.
August 2012
Friday 19 October 2012
OLD AGE IS NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED
109
When I woke up this morning
I thought of all I had to do -
Meals to cook - dishes to wash
Hoovering and dusting too.
The garden needs attention
And I must mow the lawn.
My allotment is full of weeds -
Neglected and forlorn.
As I lay there worrying
About my long work list,
I remembered an appointment
That could not be missed.
I was due to call on a dear friend
And despite our difference in years
With kindred spirit friendships
The age gap completely disappears.
Our discussions used to range
Over every subject 'neath the sun
And we leapt with ease from one topic
To another one.
My friend is now physically frail,
But her mind is sharp as a pin,
So she knows all too well
The state that she is in.
She's aware of the need for a hoist
And sleeping in a bed with rails,
Waiting to be taken to the toilet -
And the problem that entails.
She hears the concealed impatience -
The patronising voice,
Rubbish TV runs constantly
But she has no choice.
So when I think of all the work
That is waiting for me,
I remind myself to be grateful
That I can drive and walk and see.
To B.N.
April 2012
When I woke up this morning
I thought of all I had to do -
Meals to cook - dishes to wash
Hoovering and dusting too.
The garden needs attention
And I must mow the lawn.
My allotment is full of weeds -
Neglected and forlorn.
As I lay there worrying
About my long work list,
I remembered an appointment
That could not be missed.
I was due to call on a dear friend
And despite our difference in years
With kindred spirit friendships
The age gap completely disappears.
Our discussions used to range
Over every subject 'neath the sun
And we leapt with ease from one topic
To another one.
My friend is now physically frail,
But her mind is sharp as a pin,
So she knows all too well
The state that she is in.
She's aware of the need for a hoist
And sleeping in a bed with rails,
Waiting to be taken to the toilet -
And the problem that entails.
She hears the concealed impatience -
The patronising voice,
Rubbish TV runs constantly
But she has no choice.
So when I think of all the work
That is waiting for me,
I remind myself to be grateful
That I can drive and walk and see.
To B.N.
April 2012
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