Eggs, Eggs, Eggs
Eggs, Eggs, Eggs
Happy is the man who finds his place
Beside a waterworks with chickens to tend…tenderly
The eggs are warm - three a day even in the wintertime
Happy is the dog who gets to race
Around the garden in the late sun….sunnily
The eggs for sale - one pound per box in the honesty box please
Happy is the shepherd with ruddy face
Whose sheep come by come by…sheepishly
The eggs are fried - in the farm café across the field
Happy are the pair who can embrace
Up on a hill or on a pillow soft…softly
That dog; a chocolate lab,
That didn’t herd the sheep and didn’t guard the eggs
That didn’t come from the farm
That wasn’t on a hill
Is still there now
Happy as
The chicken man
The shepherd
And the pair
All come by each other that day
Come by, come by, whistling inside
…and the eggs are in the pair’s kitchen giving happiness in their speckled browness
Bits of straw sticking to the shell.
Robert Black
Mon 17th Mar 2008 18:49
Clarissa, Mel and Darren - Many thanks for your supportive comments.
To Clarissa I say: It was a beautiful, unexpectedly sunny day and the poem describes a walk in the Derbyshire Dales.
To Mel I say: There is no greater gift I could give so I'm chuffed to bits that a little happiness was spread (the kitchen is a Welsh one BTW).
To Darren I say: I was pleased with the construction too - not unlike (how dare I compare!) Lennon & McCartney's "A Day in the Life" when they fused to songs into one. It does indeed have more than one layer...
Thanks again to all three of you :-) Robert