The Times they are A-Changing (IP)
By Rhiannonw
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The times they are a-changing,
snow swells the river flow;
our tasks we’re rearranging
as weeds begin to grow,
and ground must be made ready
for planting flowers and food,
and fresh air makes us heady
and surely does us good.
The stuffy indoor atmosphere,
and sluggish thoughts and tension
escape into the stratosphere
and clear the comprehension;
the open windows letting in
the sounds of things to do,
distracting now from fretting in
things futile or untrue.
Days may be bright, or sometimes dull
– our British weather varies
around a mean that’s seasonal,
sometimes a due change tarries:
enjoy the greening hedges,
unfolding bud and bloom,
which seem like signs and pledges
the barren months have gone.
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Love this poem Rhiannon, We
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Well done Rhiannon, very
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I so agree with fb,
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"sometimes a due change
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
You manage to make a poem about every aspect of the changing calendar. I like the idea of opening the window to let out sluggish thoughts.
Jean
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This made me think of my Dad,
This made me think of my Dad, and how he loved gardening, thankyou so much Rhiannon :0)
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