surface drum-skin taut
a water boatman beats
his silent tatoo
This poem was inspired by childhood Saturdays when we used to collect frogspawn at Campbell’s Pond in Warrenpoint. I used to love watching the different bugs on the surface of the water, particularly the ‘whirlygigs’, as we called them.
I took the photo above last Saturday when my family and I went for a walk in the country. The plan was to go to the local waterworks to feed the ducks and swans, but we discovered halfway that we’d forgotten the bread. On the way, it was so cold we were able to slide the frozen surface of puddles with our feet, so after a couple of hours being healthy outdoors we went for a pub lunch in front of a log fire… bliss! 🙂
Speaking of the countryside – my online pal, Patsy Collins, is giving away her ebook on Wednesday and Thursday 28th-29th November, for anyone who wants some light reading for a winter evening. Check it out here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Escape-To-The-Country-ebook/dp/B007OA1JHC/ref=la_B004O08LRQ_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1354036129&sr=1-1