Everything I gathered from life…:A poem 

Those beautiful days 

when the sky turned over like crisp sheets 

of bedding; and everything was gold 

and open as leaves of trees 

Even the wind was a rainbow…a bow 

of Lord Kama, having us all in his radar 

I could turn time’s fleet in hot afternoons 

yet school never seemed to get over 

as we yearned for the steam train 

with the coal all in our hair 

take us to the sands of Mum and Dad’s country 

and have the colours of their proud innocent happiness 

fill our souls with the wisdom of free animals 

And feel the sky touch the earth 

and shine its summer in a tan on our skins 

And I never realised then 

that everything I would gather from life since

would be beautiful