Canston Pastoral I

under the jasmin tree cherries grew
in bushels of bushes
their boughs reaching earth
to thank earth for the food and truth

that pumped its ruby fruits to to the full
the red scent spreads
from the stems to the windae
pans framed white in english cottage style

nigh the village well under the grumpy look
of the village sire and
the pub cantor the goblins and
imps chased the faries round the market

the carpenter and mason repaired the
market cross for the
next Shire Market for Canston
durst not heap shaming blame on themselves

Canston played many neighbouring hamlets
in the game of footy
but recently its loutish lads
had themselves effemnated on ginger ale- so..

by Michael Witkowski

Comments (1)

i think this poem is very good, a 10 for you