Alone, I walk the woodland path.
No one with whom to laugh
While in the endless sky
A plane goes by
As I dwell on love.
But birds still sing
In autumn and spring,
And I have this wood
And the autumn sun.
In the Autumn Wood
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The Fun of being an Undertaker
There once was a man named Laker
Who got a job as an undertaker.
When a ghoul appeared
He said, “that’s weird!
Its such fun working as an undertaker!”
When I Met Mrs Dean Near Wuthering Heights
When I Met Mrs Dean near Wuthering Heights
She was dressed in some very tight tights.
When I turned to Mr Lockwood
He said, “I wish she would
Wear something with those very tight tights!”.
From My Archives: “A Storm is Coming, they Said”
Naivety
Warm in my bed
Thor’s great roar shook me
Out of my complacency.
These thoughts in my head
Will die. But Thor
And the rain will remain.
This civilisation is in denial.
We hide behind technology
While the weather gods smile
At our naivety,
Biding their time
When you Hugged Me Tight
When you hugged me tight
I will not deny that something stirred.
I think of you at night
And recall your frequent touch.
Such frustration and delight!
Is it fear of dust
Which feeds my lust
And causes me to long for thee?
You are lonely too
I know. but you say, “go slow”.
I am a patient man.
But life is passing by
Both you and I.
Loss
You, just 21
With your perfect skin
And short dress.
Me. Half my life gone
And need to confess,
My imperfect skin.
And your loss of dress.
Autumn Has Come
The dark comes quickly on.
Leaves fall in the park.
And I remember that early September
Has come, bringing Autumn.
And summer has gone.
But I can not repent
Of autumn’s sweet scent
Or grieve over fallen leaves
For she is beauty.
All the Bongs
There once was a man named Wong
Who spent all his days going bong!
An old Grandfather clock
Begged him to stop
As he did those bongs all wrong!
Free as the Leaves
These fallen leaves
Blown by Autumn breeze
Call to me
And say, “be free”
The wild wind
Blows strong and free.
While these leaves
Blow hither and thither
In the breeze.
I would rather be
The eternal wind.
But if I could fly
Like these Autumn leaves.
I might, for a while
Feel I was free.
K Morris - Poet 