Peggy wanders down the rainypuddle path

rescuing worms from a drowny fate.

She walks quicker now.

She mustn’t be too late!

She pops them by the hedge

where they can wriggle free.

“Goodbye worm. Good luck!”

says she.

　

Peggy saves the pips from her lemon tea.

She plants them in old baked bean tins

with holes stamped in the bottom.

She never gets lemons.

 

Peggy loves the man in Otter Lane

but he doesn’t know.

She smiles to herself

as her mind wanders.

Just to see him

once in a while

is enough for her.

Oh simple soul!

 

Peggy collects feathers and dreams that she’s a bird,

and imagines a day when lemons hang heavy

and no worms need rescuing.

And the man in Otter Lane is hers.

And she sleeps sound.

Lucky Peggy!

 

 

 

photo : eccentric paul stevenson