Thinking in Green

 

Thinking in Green

When I think of green I think of

my Sunday run over the grassy downs,

a peaceful scene where sheep graze

and of mournful Red Kite sounds.

When I think of green I think of 

the sea and how the movement drifts,

restless pulsing power of the water

and of the ever changing light shifts.

When I think of green I think of

spring and tiniest flower shoots

that can push through solid concrete

and yet still be crushed by boots.

When I think of green I think of

summer fronds of the weeping willow

gentle floating on the slightest breeze

yet holds firm in harsh wind billow.

When I think of green I think of

of blue paint with yellow mixed;

two defiantly different shades

show opinions should not be fixed.

When I think of green I think of

a glass cross I wear around my neck,

the colour of faith in my mind,

a reminder to my behaviour check.

Negativity

I must not be negative

I must not be negative

I must not be negative

I must not be negative

I must not be negative

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK

Get a grip woman

please calm down

OK. OK.

I try not to believe

in mythical creatures

though the movie makers

think I do.

BUT

There are Dragons…….

at the doctor’s surgery

at the reception desk.

REAL ONES.

They are heavily disguised.

of course they are.

Beware mythical fire breathing creatures.

What worries me is…..

that they must be

breeding!

There are more of them

in the nearby pharmacy!

although,

whatever other world

they have invaded us from

must have a

Ministry of Evil Tricks

because they can

speak perfectly good English.

However……

They do not understand it!