POETRY CORNER

Through our lounge window

Our lounge window is both wide and

tall

It takes up most of one lounge wall. Through it we see the world go bye And much of interest we espy.

The changing seasons are seen in the

trees.

From Winter bareness there shoots

Spring leaves.

The Summer shows them full of green. Autumn tints follow with their colourful

sheen.

The birds are busy all the time .

Their singing daily fills the air.

Our birdseed holder attracts them here. Chirping, squabbling, nesting, their

young

Hopping about in the Summer sun. Then the people who go to and fro. All so different but with somewhere to

go. That couple there for a walk in

the park. The youngsters behind all set for a lark. Shoppers with trolleys heading for

shops The people passing never stops. ‘Til the evening comes and falls the dusk And a stealthy fox slinks quietly passed Looking for food to break his fast.

We are so happy with all we see there When through our lounge window we

have time to stare.

Jim Horsnell Bumble Bee

You go about your business on your own, seeking out the colourful and sweet. We hear your deep and vacillating

drone, bending petals back as you complete your heavy-footed lurch between the

leaves.

You stop and look like you are out of

puff.

The dark fur of your giant body heaves. You aren't exact or delicate enough. In fact, there is a word for what you do, which isn't kind: you blunder, you're

inept.

You've heard all this before: it isn't new. But this is what we want you to accept. Be your best self. Don't pander, fake or

bluff

You are on my bee-team. And you are

enough.

Fred Sardo We love receiving reader’s poetry. Email your submissions to letters@wokingham.today