It’s blue sky brightly sunny
As we await the Easter Bunny.
Still some clouds about
Rain might have a shout.
Remembering when Jesus died on the cross
Only to beat Death
So no longer a loss.
Let’s throw off our shackles too
Enjoy those Easter eggs,
Quaff a golden brew
And drain the barrel to the dregs.
It might be a crime to tire of rhyme
But give me a minute or two
Rhyme isn’t a favourite of mine
So I might not carry this through.
Forsythias, Daffies and now Mahonias
Gold flowers full of sun
Thinking of Begonias
Adding to the fun.
The Amaryllis must be out
Giving us a mighty shout
Other flowers too
What a lovely view.
**** and Robins are flitting around
Making lots of birdsong sound.
We’ve just sprung forward,
As you know,
So Nature is putting on
A bit of a show.
Symbolic eggs will soon be eaten
That chocky taste just can’t be beaten.
So enjoy Easter everyone.
Let’s hope we’ll be basking in the sun.
Paul Butters
© PB 30\3\2023.
Mar 30, 2023
Mar 30, 2023 at 7:03 AM UTC
It’s blue sky brightly sunny
As we await the Easter Bunny.
Still some clouds about
Rain might have a shout.
Remembering when Jesus died on the cross
Only to beat Death
So no longer a loss.
Let’s throw off our shackles too
Enjoy those Easter eggs,
Quaff a golden brew
And drain the barrel to the dregs.
It might be a crime to tire of rhyme
But give me a minute or two
Rhyme isn’t a favourite of mine
So I might not carry this through.
Forsythias, Daffies and now Mahonias
Gold flowers full of sun
Thinking of Begonias
Adding to the fun.
The Amaryllis must be out
Giving us a mighty shout
Other flowers too
What a lovely view.
**** and Robins are flitting around
Making lots of birdsong sound.
We’ve just sprung forward,
As you know,
So Nature is putting on
A bit of a show.
Symbolic eggs will soon be eaten
That chocky taste just can’t be beaten.
So enjoy Easter everyone.
Let’s hope we’ll be basking in the sun.
Paul Butters
© PB 30\3\2023.
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