To my sister the poet,
the family bard,
Words rhyme for you so easily, why do I find it
You put words together quickly that make us laugh
When I put pen to paper, words that rhyme are
hard to spy.
We grew up in the country with birdsong among the
Rabbits, scrub, wildflowers and the buzzing of
Now I live in the city with noisy cars,
While you are in the bush land,
to a frog.
You can listen to a thrush sing or a magpie's
Here the sparrows chirp and squabble nearly all
The traffic roars past here most of the night and
all the day,
While outside your window, blue wrens and thorn-
Our lives are very different in country and in
Now it's time to find the words to finish off
I hope that you have enjoyed my poor attempts at
From now on I'll leave it all to you - you do
THANK YOU, NORREEN!
And now for my answer - -