My love sits at the breakfast table
Reading her newspaper through,
Eating strawberries one by one
As I frame a rhyme or two.
And suddenly she exclaims aloud
That she has found a house to buy,
But I am lost in my thoughts
And fail to then reply.
Drinking my coffee and looking ahead
I stare towards the calendar,
It still is June to my surprise
As I can see from the flowering lavender.
The morning passes, the clouds roll by
I stroll into the garden,
There to watch the swifts o’erhead,
A sight to always hearten.
And meet the Cat beside the hedge
Whilst I pluck goose grass just for fun,
Who stares at me with disbelief
As I work in the broiling Sun.
And finally it is too hot,
For she was surely right,
So I go indoors to rest awhile
With one strawberry left…to bite.
