Henry John Yeend King
1855-1924
Your days roll out
Like a carpet patterned
With milk maids and snow white geese
And who’s the pretty maiden
With the coal scuttle bonnet
Flirting with the ferryman
And how’s the fishing boys
And aren’t the roses looking good
Charlotte or is it Emily.
Would that I could dwell
From dawn ‘till dusk, immerse myself
In hues and tints
Eavesdrop on those liaisons
Listen to laughter of the gander
In the morning
The chuckle of the moorhen
In the rushes, loiter aimlessly
By rustic bridges
Pondering dragonflies
And mayflies and subtle conspiracies, but
For the moment
Let’s just stroll along
The fern edged path gathering snapdragons
And marigolds as we go.