My Aunt Ethel likes to hide
Her talents bottled
up inside
I’m glad to say we see at last
Evidence of potential vast
For
this Anthology – our thanks
High in our treasured things it ranks
Her
book of poems will survive
The imagery it comes alive
Never have I before
heard
Better use of English word
Observations they are fine
Weather,
Romans, bread & wine
Relatives have I by scores
Talented at many
chores
Some can paint and some can sing
Some have had a little
fling
Aunt Ethel has a rarer skill
Poetic words bend to her
will
Imagination in full flight
Aided by observant sight
History,
knowledge to combine
Visions conjured up divine
Narrative does smoothly
flow
Words that make the vision glow
The choice of words, the meter
too
Combine to get the message through
This poetry it is also great
Our
memory to stimulate
Those beauteous moments from the past
Captured in a
textural cast
We hope that you will more create
Help us this world
appreciate
Detailing since in frenzied flight
We do not see - sad
oversight
As well to slow the pace pell-mell
This poetry helps my
doggerel.
Michael
May 2000
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