Friday, May 30, 2014

Old Hat

It was time for the gardening hat 
To die 
It was thrown 
     With regret 
On the campfire 
In the back garden

It had seen many days 
Of enjoyment and sunshine 
And some rain
It had shared the joys of the garden
The pains 

There was more sun getting through
Than shade being provided
The straws in the hat 
Had given their all 

And so like they do 
By the Ganges 
In India -
It went up in flames -
It's form remaining for 
     Quite some time -

An old friend 
A companion 
Gone -
It's essence to be scattered 
In the garden it helped