A Boy and a Buoy

A BOY AND A BUOY*

In a world of windows, some are made of glass;

Others are just spaces we look from as we pass.

A boy is looking at a buoy and watching the river flow

And seeing the fishermen fishing from the jetty down below.

A gentle, hazy afternoon, with nothing much to do,

So a boy is dreaming his time away as boys so often do.

He may be thinking of sailing to lands far, far away,

Maybe he dreams of porpoises and whales and sharks at play.

Maybe he dreams of mermaids in caves combing their hair;

Maybe he dreams of treasure islands, wishing he were there!
*

But no! I'm almost certain I saw him lick his lips!

'Take the photo quickly Grandma! I want to buy those chips!'
*

* These two words sound identical in British English!



Also communicating with Grandma here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/314-flash.html