Seasonal Change

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SEASONAL CHANGE

Nearly forty years in Australia yet still I find it strange

That the changing of the seasons is such a minor change.

When I was young, in England, the Winters were severe;

Utterly different from Summer! But it's very different here.

These are municipal gardens, just along the way.

They'd been planted out for Winter when I passed the other day!

In June, July and August, when winter's at its height,

These flower-beds will cheer us with colours warm and bright.

Oh, of course, the wind will whistle, and the raindrops will be chill,

But I miss the varied seasons, and I think I always will.

However, that's quite pointless! I migrated to the sun,

And I love my sunny comfort, when all is said and done.

But sometimes, only sometimes, for silly little reasons,

I miss a world where nature brought great drama to the seasons.

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I wrote this little verse when I was teaching my young children to differentiate between the 'i' in 'igloo' and the 'i' in 'island.'

ICE-CREAM ISLAND

(A poem for children)

I've an ice-cream island in my mind

Piled with ice-creams, every kind.

High and wide and shiny bright!

Ice-creams, ice-creams pink and white

An ice-cream island in the sea

With all the ice-cream meant for me!

What a vision of delight!

Ice-cream, ice-cream, pink and white.

On my bike I'd like to ride

Round and round and side to side;

Here a lick and here a bite!

Ice-cream, ice-cream pink and white.

An ice-cream island! Oh what fun!

But what would happen in the sun?

My ice-cream island then I guess, 

Would dribble away in a gooey mes!

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