Monday, October 31, 2011

Not the Danube

                                       Cockle Creek Australia



I saw the Danube one fine day
When I chanced to be on a holiday.
Dreams of romance were in my mind;
Who knew what I would chance to find
Strolling along by the river-side
Blue and sparkling, clear and wide?
'The Blue Danube' echoed in my heart
And strains of Strauss began to start.
I knew that I'd be swept away
To another age, another day.
Now, maybe the dull day was to blame,
But the river did not live up to its name.
I apologise to my Austrian friends
But I feel that they should make amends.
All that publicity led me to
A river which was quite un-blue!
Donkey-brown and not a glimmer
Of sparkles that could have made it shimmer!
Strauss cancelled his concert in my brain
When he saw the Danube was under rain.
Now, please take note of the illustration
With which I began this conversation.
Here is a river that makes no claim
To having a world-wide remembered name.
Here is a modest little stream
That meanders on and would never dream
Of dabbling in publicity
Or of being more than it's meant to be.
Behold the Blue River of which I speak.
Here, on the map, is Cockle Creek!

(An Acrostic)

Questions arise about this phrase!
Unless they’re answered I’m in a daze!
Is the meaning 'tit-for-tat'?
'Do this for me and I’ll do that?'
Perhaps the Latin suits it better
Revealing the meaning in each letter.
Or do we use Latin just to be clever?
Queries just go on for ever.
Useless to explain the reason
Out goes Latin till next season!


lina@home sweet home said...

looks serene and peaceful...

SmilingSally said...

Nonetheless, I hummed the waltz while I read your poem!

Happy Blue Monday to you, Brenda!

Kim, USA said...

Beautiful place!

My Blue