Becomes more than a knowledge;
As I watched this sprinkler
In a suburban garden
I imagined each drop
Having a history.
It's present is Mild
Yet it has waged war among the clouds,
Drifted along quiet rivers,
Gurgled through sewers,
Tossed in angry seas.
It has gushed from taps,
Lain in puddles,
Bounced off umbrellas,
Fallen as snow.
It has refreshed wild animals,
Filled hot water bottles
On cold winter nights.
It existed long before our species
It has been lifted up,
Are part of its endless journey!
For now it is at ease
Watering a lawn.
I was driving to the supermarket one day just last week
When I ran into an old school-friend and I slowed down to speak.
I hadn't seen that friend of mine since nineteen sixty three.
And I have to say she really shattered my equanimity!
She was slim and she was gorgeous! Her skin was smooth and creamy;
Her hair was blond and full of bounce; her eyes were soft and dreamy.
She wore high heels, showing off her legs, which were elegant and slim;
Her waistline, clinched by a narrow belt, was wonderfully trim!
Her clothes looked most expensive, yes, in the latest styles.
I could only guess at her husband's job; it was clear that he earned piles!
Her neck was quite unblemished, not a wrinkle, not a scar,
You could see, from the way she twinkled, that she knew she was a star.
'You haven't changed a bit' she said, no doubt with her fingers crossed!
I felt my 'Thanks a lot' response held more than a touch of frost.
Yes, I ran into an old school-friend and it caused me so much pain,
That I revved up the old Toyota
And ran into her again!
Great poem! This is why I never attend my high school reunions.
Funny poem, thanks for the laugh!
Thanks for a good laugh!
Have a nice day!
Your watery poem is beautiful and your second story, quite funny...I feel this way a bit on facebook...reconnecting with old friends from high school and college...some women still look so glamorous...and others of us...not so much...oh well...honesty, I wasn't so hot as a teenager either!
That was fun. Happy WW
Water is so precious, Brenda. Excellent poem. And I love your second one!
I've pondered where the water has been before it waters my grass.
I loved your other poem. Very funny.
Beautiful poem, photo is refreshing too!
My Bangkok Through My Eyes
Thailand In Photo
without water there is no life.
don't think i've ever come across the lady in the poem; all of the people I used to know and run across occasionally, are as old as I am. And it shows!
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