Remembered the poem of Ruskin Bond
About the tree climbing Nanny Bond
Incidentally I found that it was about me
The younger years of me climbing every tree
Somehow it is so: Half century scored
How long on this earth to be onboard
Capricious seasons hustle down in penury
Coins of love and kindness not in treasury
Days game like cetaceans in unbridled water
Empty pots are ever in making by the potter
Hey mound of memories waits potter’s wheel
What of the making? A pot without zeal!
But, I want to be a pastoral poem, real
And the wind must sing it with a feel
Sarala
April 3 2016
A hugely enjoyable and pleasing poetic divertissement.
So soft and highly poetic. Loved it
A delightful poem filled with memories and sharp observations.