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Alison Eaton Poem
Glorious golden, wheaten, woven.
The Sunhive hangs, safe and secure, in the cradling arms of the old tree.
Full of syrupy sweetness, strength and wisdom of its small, mantled gold and black, dwellers.
At its warm soft womblike centre the bees, in safety and comfort, prepare their Winter Feast.
In peace and good health their Queen freely roams her golden halls.
A stately progression through her realm.
An empire free from earthbound unnatural cuboid cells.
Safe and sound and high above the ground
The bees happy and content,
Secure our future, selfless and without intent.
Copyright © Alison Eaton | Year Posted 2019
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Alison Eaton Poem
It’s early and the small town has thrown back it’s duvet of darkness and it is light.
It is slowly and with the quiet of morning beginning to stir.
Morning! Morning!
Cheery greetings from unknown passers-by.
As warm as kisses on my cheeks greet me on each street.
My trainered feet trip along the pink-stone edged pavements.
Cottages, pastel-coloured, like Edinburgh sweet rock, line the street.
Walking, walking through the small town.
To move the car before the ticketing witching hour comes round.
A light breeze touches my hair and gently strokes my face.
Darling silver clouds swim across the blue, cross-hatched by white swans in flight.
And in the park happy dogs chase and race and bark.
I pass by stone walls, home to pink and white daisy flowers.
Tiny ferns and lichens in nooks and crannies and old stone steps.
Brightly painted doors flanked by pots of flowers and kicked off and one fallen over wellie boots.
And people say,
What an inconvenience it must be, having to move your car every day.
You must buy a house with a parking bay!
But then my morning walk would be no more.
And with it gone all the joy of meeting those smiling ladies in tweeds.
With their small dogs on leads.
And little boys and girls off to school,
And laughing young men in pick-ups going to work.
And I wonder.
How can private parking ever compare,
To being part of all of that loveliness just out there.
Copyright © Alison Eaton | Year Posted 2019
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