by Bob retired
Some days I have the time to do nothing important
|Some days I go down the river,
Take the dogs along for a run.
Water’s a trickle close by the house,
We walk downstream just for fun.
There's a pond down here with water,
Enough for our Penny to swim.
Pete doesn't care much for that stuff,
Water's for drinking - says him.
Taff likes his bath in a bathtub,
Not swimming around in a pool.
Pete and Taff go off in the scrub,
Sniffing around in the cool.
I lie back, relaxed on the bank,
And the whole world passes me by.
Just lying there at peace with it all,
My eyes look up to the sky.
There are shapes there in the heavens
That change as the air currents flow.
I think of things the clouds could be,
And imagine some shapes that I know.
A mermaid up there has long flowing hair,
She's fixed to the prow of a boat,
Clouds swirl around - I see something rare;
An old castle complete with its moat.
A volcano comes next - no - a mushroom,
As I watch an old anvil appears.
My Dad was, at one time, a blacksmith.
He worked with an anvil for years.
Dogs bark and distract my attention,
So, I turn to look at the noise.
There's a Wallaby crossing the river,
Dogs follow like good little boys.
Peter and Taff are not hunters,
But they really enjoy giving chase.
If they got close to their quarry
I'm sure they would give up the race.
Two white cockatoos are flying around
With their raucous cries so loud,
A flock of Galahs join in the fun;
I look back up to the clouds.
And sure enough - away up there
Two Eagles are soaring so high;
The cockies were warning everything
That the Eagles were coming by.
The shadows are now getting longer,
It's quite cool, just lying here.
So maybe It’s time to go to my home
For warmth and waiting good cheer.
As I get up - the thought strikes me,
Where did the afternoon go?
The three dogs and me wander along
Homewards - but ever so slow.