l 'll sleep at his feet
l 'll bathe in his water
l'll choke in his heat
forgetting it's daughter
a pleasure boat calls
a sight seeing tour
Aeolian relax,
they fear not the facts
there's a crater above black
but wont worry me
l'll ignore all read facts
and just swim in the sea
so a sip of the wine
and then l'll fine
myth God Vulcan, Rome
i'm told, he's not home
l try not to think
if his times is to blink
that he has a lie in
as l sip on my gin
its a sight prettily
no sign hostility
but this trip to Italy
Vulcano , Sicily
.................................worries me !
Boat Ride II
Upon the crowded deck, boaters go their way
Drifting silently among sunken glades
Where sun kissed ripples on sparkling waters play.
'Tween quiet banks the elegant Heron wades,
In meadows long grasses horses forage
Where passing willows cast their shifting shades.
Open farmland, factory cut, under bridge,
Boats glide, driven by the river’s silent force
Motorway, urban sprawl and forested ridge.
Flowing steadily from its far flung source
Boaters not knowing how the fragile river thrives,
Unaware of the world within the river’s course
Then at its mooring the pleasure boat arrives,
The river passing on beyond their distant lives.
Barry Stebbings
Sept 2022
Beautiful
Mountain high prominent and majestic
Fauna and Flora protected eclectic
White cloud silently settling like a moth
Table Mountain and its peerless table cloth
Distant sails of a pleasure boat cruising by
The sound of the waves the seagulls cry
Bright red and yellow of a setting sun
Caressing the horizon when day is done
Winelands stretches of emerald green
Air unpolluted hint of an aroma clean
Sun embracing the vineyards at dawn
Scarecrows security tattered and torn
Rivers lush valleys gardens and trees
Birds serenading the humming of bees
Behold this jewel rare and bountiful
The Cape and its synonym, “ Beautiful “