I Think For Hours
I think for hours
Then buy her flowers
I’m glad she made
Fresh marmalade
She is to me
A mighty sea
Of deep emotion
Without commotion
But with devotion
No self-promotion
True support
That’s never fraught
Keep up the trick
Through thin and thick
Just entertaining
While stimulating.
Dear Ric
Really good meeting you at Gloucester Cathedral today. Lots of shared experiences discussed, including thoughts about a great selection of Gloucestershire poets and musicians.
In the poem above I initially read the word in the last line of the above poem as ‘simulate’ rather than ‘stimulate’, which would have spoiled the meaning somewhat. Sorry.
A great collection of profound war verses, and great lighter items.
I love your poetic style, which represents the great poetry that I never quite got round to writing. Hope there’s still time for me.
All best wishes to you and your wife.
Dave Kent
Forest of Dean