...Thank you Big John. We probably acknowledge it when it's too late..... Or as my son , age 6 once told me.... "Mum it's all just a dream... You only wake up when you die "..!!!!

T he poem is lovely and your sons statement is so true.


Namaste

Thank you Native..... And yes, my son was very wise , even as a toddler !!! ..... I'm going with a "daft" poem next !!!

...... THE CARROT .....

Think of a carrot and how it must feel
Being dragged from the ground to be put in a meal
Being dragged from the earth to be blinded by light
Being dragged from its home after sleeping all night.

Think of a carrot and how it must feel
To be taken away and stripped of its peel
To be chopped into bits, and put on to boil
To end up like that after leaving the soil.

Think of a carrot and how it must feel
To be pulled by its roots ,that's not much of a deal
They're not always boiled, but it still won't survive
Cos if they're not cooked they are eaten alive .

Carrots are braver than brave it would seem
Cos they suffer so much, yet they never once scream
They go through such torment, and suffer such pain
But I've never yet heard a carrot complain.

:hug:

Elfin, your poetry space is just lovely.

... Thank you. It's the kind of style of writing that I like best, and may become a little predicable !!!......

Onions make me cry The more I peel back the more I cry

Carrots are for rabbits
They just love them!!

Love your style, you are Elfin.

... Thank you very much. I've made up a short poem in your honour LOL.... It is as follows......

......... THE ONION.......

When you make a Stew
You discover You.

........ THE END...........

Very nice..... as expected.

....Not for the Carrot John ...LOL.... ( But thank you !)...