The newspaper announced the other day that it’s ‘the silly season’. I’m not sure what they meant but perhaps we challenge ourselves in different ways? Stand on one foot for an hour, skip rope for a day? Climb a mountain? Who knows …
GAMES ALL YEAR
I play hopscotch
when children are home
and only adults use
the school yard
sing carols in June
throw feathers out of windows
smell thistles in March
play snakes and ladders
at midnight with ghosts
because children cheat
A Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes