No Star Wars fought nor Jeddites come to call
it is Wisteria that i think upon as autumn falls and
how the ants and bees had held me in their thrall.
And as I curl up now beside the fire and place my
feet upon the ottoman – I scan the family pictures
and nostalgically recall those yester times and kids
when younger then, their liking for the nursery rhymes
who sitting in their playpen, burbled on, whilst we
the adults sat upon our family monarch thrones,
trying to make sense of all their gurgle-speak
warming milk up for their evening nourishment
and trying on new booties when they walked.
Of course one day they shuffled off but visited
with newly married mates – who widened as they
grew in size and then would multiply and fortify
the clan. Sometimes I look towards the sky
wondering how the firmament and life began.
And so it is that life for some moves on when
destined for a college Don perhaps, as may
occur, as fervent prayers are said by them
when looking to the distant Galaxies on clearer
nights. Dream on, Dream on, an old Don once
opined and be enshrined in worth – for to them
who seek a miracle, a miracle will surely come
and they will hold the heavens in their grip, as
slip trails in new planetary worlds adopt their name
and Jodrell Bank shall fast tack them to fame.