MY SPRING VIEW!
Looking from my window, I see that Spring is here;
The daisies are embroidering the grass.
But summer with its blazing heat will soon be drawing near;
Sadly, all that's lovely has to pass.
Uncle Remus told a story, as was his usual habit,
About Brer Fox, a crafty one, and, yes, our friend Brer Rabbit.
Now both were clever creatures, we've known that for an age,
And both of them were capable of getting in a rage.
One day, to trap Brer Rabbit, Brer Fox hatched up a plot.
He found some tar, all sticky and, from the sun, quite hot.
He fashioned it (I wonder how) into a sort of creature
With body, limbs and hair and face, yes, every human feature.
He propped it up against a rock and said to himself 'Well, maybe
I can catch Brer Rabbit with this doll, this beautiful Tar Baby!'
He hid behind a leafy bush as Brer Rabbit walked along,
Twirling his cheeky whiskers and singing a little song.
'Trala! Tralee!' sang the Rabbit 'I'm happy being me!
But, hey! I see a stranger! Who can this fellow be?'
Now Brer Rabbit loved to make new friends, so up he spoke, on cue.
He went right up to the Tar Baby and said 'How do you do?'
Of course, there was no answer, for Tar Babies don't talk!
(And there'd have been no story if the Rabbit continued to walk!)
'Where are your manners, Baby?' Brer Rabbit said outright;
'Answer me when I speak to you! Just try to be polite!'
The Tar Baby just sat quite dumb, and didn't say a word.
'Answer me, you varmint! I greeted you! You heard!'
Now the Rabbit made his great mistake, he struck a fighting pose
And with his paw he punched the Baby on its little nose!
Of course, Brer Rabbit's paw got stuck! Oh how tight tar can stick!
And at once he realised that he'd been victim of a trick.
In desperation he began to punch and writhe and shout,
But soon he was enmeshed in tar and unable to get out.
Poor Rabbit! What a sorry sight! Black and sticky! Trapped!
And then the laughing Fox emerged! Oh how he cheered and clapped!
'What shall I do with you, Brother?' said the Fox, with the upper hand.
'You are entirely in my power, as I'm sure you understand.'
He thought a bit, that wily Fox, with his paw beneath his chin
And then announced 'The river! I'm going to throw you in!
Rabbits can't swim!' the Fox rejoiced, 'So you will drown for sure!
And then I won't be troubled by Brer Rabbit any more!'
Did I tell you that Brer Rabbit was well endowed with brains?
He quickly found a way to turn his losses into gains.
'Please throw me in the river, Brother Fox, for I feel dry!
But don't throw me in the briar-bush for I shall surely die!
The wretched thorns will get me and poke out both my eyes!'
Thus did the Rabbit continue, with loud and heartfelt cries.
'I'm wanting you to suffer' said the Fox , 'The river's out!
But I've thought of something deadlier you haven't thought about.
I'm going to build a blazing fire and throw you in the flames!
I'm tired of all your fooling and silly Rabbit games!'
'Please throw me in the fire, Brer Fox!' Brer Rabbit quickly said;
'But not into the briar-bush or I will end up dead!'
'Since fire doesn't scare you, I'll hang you from a tree!'
Said the wicked Fox, licking his lips, and grinning nastily.
'Please hang me from the nearest tree!' said the Rabbit 'With a rope!
But don't throw me in the briar-bush or I will have no hope!
I love to swing from the branches but, Fox, I'm on my knees…..
Don't throw me in the briar-bush! Please! I beg you! Please!'
'It seems you love to swing from trees and you fancy licking flames,
And you also like rushing rivers! I'm tired of your fun and games!'
Said the Fox, and then he continued 'To cause you maximum woe,
Into the nearest briar-bush Mr Rabbit you will go!'
He tugged and pulled at Brer Rabbit, till, at last, he had him free,
While the Rabbit moaned and screamed and wailed, a picture of misery.
The Fox found the nearest briar-bush, swung Rabbit by the ears,
And threw him into the briar-bush, the greatest of all his fears!
At once, Brer Rabbit sat up and grinned, as only a Rabbit can,
Knowing he'd tricked the wicked Fox and ruined his ghastly plan.
'I was born and bred in a briar-patch! I'm going to live, not die!
You're bigger than me, but you've got no brains Mr Fox! Goodbye!'
With that he hopped out of the briar-bush, over the hills and away.
Brer Rabbit escaped and we know he lived to fight another day!
And where I live autumn has arrived. But we have had some lingering summer days.
Great view you have out your window.
A very clever poem on an old familiar story.
You are starting into spring while we are going into fall. This is, indeed, a topsy turvy world.
Great spring shot.
Once again it is Spring in your part of the world and fall in mine. The "Briar Bushes" here are loosing their leaves
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