SUMMER AFTERNOON WITH A TWIST!
Sitting on the bank of the city stream,
Where strands of river **** mingle,
between coarse bull rushes,
A sprinkling sparkle.
A stickleback in flight,
a glimpse only caught,
if you sit and wait.
Pebbles all covered with slimy slippers,
children with jam jars,
on thin strands of string,
trying to catch all fishy things,
the fish are more sprightly,
than the kids who are angling,
minus rods.
One slips up,
he lands on his bottom,
mum dashes to see,
he broke his jam jar,
gashed open his knee,
mummy leans over to see,
she helps him back on to his feet,
out with tissues and plasters,
not such a disaster after all,
like most things,
looked worse than it was.
Mum in her jeans and her pink floral top,
held his hand as they walked to the shop,
She bought him an ice cream,
vanilla with stripes,
all red,
looked like his blood,
tasted of raspberry,
and covered in sauce,
they got so much closer since the divorce!
(C) Livvi