Call It Cirrus In The Sky And The Hard Working Postman

A Million tiny lives today

Created by a silver spark.

Ships on high seas

Carry some of these.

The time did send

The sons from home,

it sent them off to sail.

To sail the world

To take and bring

Most everything

Then post a line

To those at home.

A Mother waits

For all those lines

When Sun and shade

Are in decline

Then bright green blades

Grow back again.

Autumns shades

She watches as

Green ivy grows

Whilst wisps of clouds

So high so high

Call it cirrus in the sky.

Then wind blown seeds

Become upright

From the earth.

So earth is higher,

Rounder now,

Those bright green blades

Soon become a golfers turf.

Leaves of rusty red,

Then spider webby,

When they're dead,

Those autumn clothes,

Worth only sacks

To compost

Then to grow.

Then ivy grows

Quite happily,

So rapidly it spreads,

Both left and right with all

Its strength.

In sun and shade

that's home for lizards secrets

as the bats at night

scream loud delight.

The boat is in,

the sailor

posts his loving card

off home.

To sweet Ma ma.

A Post-man at work

Love from the outside

Lying in a box.

Three times daily

He went to her door.

He did his bit

In delivering love.

Three small cards

Arrived every day

'Good Morning,

Mother,

We've just sailed away

A very rough sea!

respect from me

loving son Shay.'

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'Hello Ma,

I'm far away

In Gibraltar

Raining today,

Love from Walter'

............

'Morning Ma,

I'm in sunny Spain,

Docking on Monday,

Love from Kane'.

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