David Byrne Poet Sonnet

Summer Holidays

Despite my complaints there was some merit
In being sent away to my uncles farm
Summers of drudgery, begun with play
First night the pungent grass under the due
Excited me. A clean day to explore!
The cattle, oldest friends from last summer
Swank and Shep who still obeyed our commands!
Might we see the Apaches in the hills?

Weeks passed in the kitchen, the clock ticking  
Uncle puffed his pipe and I paced the floor
I sang, ‘I wanna go home’. Uncle smiled
‘Their two hardy chaps’, the neighbour would say
‘And tomorrow we’ll be thinning turnips’
Uncle laughed as he spat on the lino.

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Sara Kendrick May 13, 2010 at 2:12 PM A character of worth that uncle of your'n.....Great entertaining write...Keep the ceative pen flowing ....Sara..Soup Mail shortly

Caroline Cécile Delacroix May 12, 2010 at 10:29 PM Your memories of summer holidays are quite picturesque. Interesting the things we remember. I think laughter comes on top of it all. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes, Caroline.

Gert W. Knop May 12, 2010 at 4:16 AM Well written and I hope you enjoyed your summer holidays inspite of hard work! Keep writing!...Gert

Linda-Marie Sweetheart May 11, 2010 at 7:32 PM Boy to Man in one Summer David.. nice write and in Sonnet form too.. luv Summer and the beach myself.. enjoyed your creative write tonight..luv.. from the "Sweetheart"

Doris Culverhouse May 11, 2010 at 3:46 AM sounds like character building time, enjoyed reading today!! Brings back memories!!

Carolyn Devonshire May 11, 2010 at 1:41 AM I actually envy the way you spent your summers working on the farm, Robb. It undoubtedly thought you to have a stong work ethic and I find great pleasure in working outdoors. Thanks for sharing this poem. I enjoyed reading it. Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich May 10, 2010 at 9:56 PM hahaha, he got you good on that farm. My grandpa had a farm too and I'm glad we didn't have to stay long on it, although there were some lovely memories as well. My uncle David squriting me with milk from a cow's udder, eating some feed that tasted like molasses, and picking berries along the long country lane. Kind of miss it! Nice sonnet.(not running from bees whose nest we stumbled upon, however!) Luv, andrea

Poet Destroyer A May 10, 2010 at 9:12 PM enjoyed David, sounds like a lot of work during the summer, well done on your summer write, have a nice one,..p.d.