There once was a dog who did run, Through a sludgy, wet puddle for fun, But she soon ceased to laugh, When her dad shouted: "Bath!" Now her fun was all over and done!
Last summer, as I was walking around Seagrove Bay on the Isle of Wight, I happened upon the brightly painted pebble that you can see pictured above. It had been left on the beach – quite deliberately – to bring a smile to whoever was fortunate enough to find it. Wasn’t I the lucky one? And what a sweet, sweet idea! An idea worth sharing, I thought, hence the poem below. And when I return to Seagrove Bay, I shall paint a pebble and leave it for someone else to find!
I found this pebble on the beach, Quite by chance, the other day, Painted brightly, Just for fun, And hidden there along the way. I saw this pebble lying there, Whilst walking round the shingly bay, Coincidence? A random chance? A gift to make another's day. I'll keep this pebble from the beach, Because it always makes me smile, Reminding me That joy is free, And kindness always so worthwhile.
It's Autumn once more, What a sight to behold, Streets lined with crimson And laden with gold, Moon like a saucer, Days getting shorter, As summer lays down To make way for the cold. Warm woolen knits, Crackling fires, Wild geese take flight Over pink sunset skies, Off with a flap of migratory wings, The earth gives birth, Creation sings! Season of beauty, Nature's last fling, Before winter makes bare And the earth sleeps til' Spring, Emblazoned in scarlet, You take your last breath, Your most glorious hour, Was found at your death. To read lots more Autumn Poems, visit https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/autumn-glory