Lying on the lawn with Lorrilee
A game of tennis then a nice cream tea
Walking hand in hand beside the sea
Dancing in the moonlight full of glee
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Watching fluffy clouds go scudding by
Looking at the seagulls flying high
Playing silly games with twinkling eye
snuggling close together, my oh my
Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife of 47 years in the suburbs of Nottingham, England. His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up. Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.
Whispers and Echoes 
Lying on the lawn with poet Pete
Was a summer pleasure hard to beat.
But unnoticed in that moment’s heat –
Ants were nibbling on the poet’s feet.
While they marveled at clouds in the sky
Ants were steady creeping on the sly.
Up the trouser leg, past knee to thigh –
The romance was over by and by.
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That brings back painful memories of sitting on an ants nest as a young lad in short trousers!
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Lovely, sweet poem, Peter but I have to say I laughed at Josie Holford’s come back!
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Just to be clear.
I do not wish ants in Peter’s pants. Or for him to be afflicted in any way except by the urge to write more poetry for us to enjoy.
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I think Josie was miffed that I didn’t invite her to the picnic!
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Alternative ending (a la picnic bumble bee)
Watching fluffy clouds go scudding by
Looking at the seagulls flying high –
And splat! Seagull shat right in my eye.
End of romancing methinks – I sigh.
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I’ve witnessed that happening. Not to me fortunately!
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My, oh my, indeed! Sweet and loverly, Peter! 🙂 Ha, too! 😀
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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Thanks Carolyn.
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My oh my and sigh…..
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Thank you Colleen.
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You are very welcome.
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Youthful memories evoked again.
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Dreams rather than memories perhaps!
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