Pockets Full of
Sunshine
by R.E. Slater
Pockets full of sunshine,
Bursting all around,
Jeckel, Heckle,
We all fall down!
Hear the little fat bird,
Jeckel, Heckle,
We all fall down!
Hear the little fat bird,
Singing on the fence,
Chirping
his dailies,
Plimp, plump, plamp!
Gaily we prance about,
Gaily we prance about,
Cheerily
we sing,
Nothing
and nonsense,
Every
day and spring.
Hail him, flail her,
Hail him, flail her,
See how they run!
Following
after,
The
bright orbed sun!
Dimples and lashes,
Dimples and lashes,
Eyes
full of rain,
Falling,
falling,
Let laughter come.
Tra la, dee la, tra la, dee la,
Tra la, dee la, tra la, dee la,
Tra dum, tra dum, tra dum!
Hum red roses and daisies
Filling glad hearts with tunes.
Every day’s a new day,
Hum red roses and daisies
Filling glad hearts with tunes.
Every day’s a new day,
Yesterday
is past –
How do we catch the sun,
Holding firm and fast?
Rhymes and riddles,
Rhymes and riddles,
Feiddle, Fidle, Fum,
Sticks
and thimbles,
Seiddle, Sidle, Sum.
Rolling down the grassy hills,
Rolling down the grassy hills,
Lying
in the sun,
Listening
to a summer’s day,
Humming golden tunes.
Shouting, seeking,
Shouting, seeking,
Beating all about,
Running, jumping,
School bell’s rung!
Quick! Let us run away,
Quick! Let us run away,
Upon the dappled paths!
Hiding and seeking,
Within its willow’d
stays!1
Shouting, Singing,
All about the yards,
Crying, Calling,
All is well!
Hark! Bursts a yellow lark,
In breathless beat upon its wings!
In breathless beat upon its wings!
Warbling o'er the bluing
skies,
Flushed its grainy
fields!
Displacing all somber
thoughts,
Fled upon their pleasures,
Startling any wayward
steps,
Lost upon their treasures.
Away we go across the
fields,
Across the burning lanes,
Through the dales and o’er
the hills,
Nothing lasts forever....
Till chanced upon a
simple shrike,
To hear cajoling laughter –
Fly away, fly away,
Fly away, fly away,
Let all be done at last!
Once pondering steps,
Brimming wondering hopes,
Are dashed fair dreams' elixirs,
All mobling2 streams' lost wander.
And nowhere lies the
mocking jay,
All pleasant voices
muted,
Nor gladden feet to daily
strike,
Once sunny days and
fields.
Dashes, Dashes,
Even stroke3 has
come!
Curses, Curses,
Home we must run!
- R.E. Slater
January 28-29, 2014
1draped willow branches brushing the earth
Home we must run!
- R.E. Slater
January 28-29, 2014
1draped willow branches brushing the earth
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