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Word-Bird and I are celebrating this evening, because the electrics went off earlier and I was helped by three wonderful neighbours. 'That is when good neighbours become good friends!' :>)
Now for another Metabear poem, part of the Hospital 2011 series and here a pred-dream (a dream while on prednisolone). The poem was one of Grandad Teague's favourites :-)
Sail Away
Drifting our way through a clear turquoise sea,
on board a pleasure boat drinking hot tea,
my dear friend Metabear singing to me,
wishing my cares all away…
Let the waves carry your worries away,
far from the currents of Hospital Bay,
onto a land that is breezy and gay,
sail away, sail away, sail…
Haling a flock of terns riding pink skies,
black-capped formation with dark twinkling eyes,
raising a descant with clear whistling cries,
wishing my cares all away…
Let the waves carry your worries away,
far from the currents of Hospital Bay,
onto a land that is breezy and gay,
sail away, sail away, sail…
Spotting seals daydream on tide-smoothed chaises longues,
grey, white and speckled in sleek furry throng,
sounding a bassline with gruff barking song,
wishing my cares all away…
Let the waves carry your worries away,
far from the currents of Hospital Bay,
onto a land that is breezy and gay,
sail away, sail away, sail…
Glimpsing fish fly by a blossoming moon,
rainbow trails dancing across the lagoon,
wings humming gently to Metabear's tune,
wishing my cares all away…
Let the waves carry your worries away,
far from the currents of Hospital Bay,
onto a land that is breezy and gay,
sail away, sail away, sail…
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