A THOROUGHLY JOYFUL DAY.

We set off early,
Heading for a birthday party
At the local fun factory
That’s full of climbing frames and slides of all kinds,
And allows the little ones to mingle with the bigger kids
As they flit in and out of sight,

And we passed any number
Of summer plants dancing
Spring’s first quick step,
As well as sadness in the shadows of gossiping blossom
Where winter’s evergreen trees looked rather bland besides
The new suits of beauty.

And Harry spotted
All sorts of shapes and sizes;
Little fat trees sitting down,
He said, and fluffy covered silver crowns stood on one leg,
And as we came upon a clearing he saw windmills working
And was happy to be here again.

And after several hours
Of general revelry and frowns,
And snakes and ladder sounds,
He decided he’d had enough of descending steep steps,
And climbing up slippery chutes, and being told not to do it,
And I was getting tired too,

So we said our thanks,
And caught a break in clouds
That allowed us to stay dry,
Even as the turbines stood idle in the levelled off weather,
And once home our bones collapsed into separate stacks
As we slept our aches away.