Poetry Friday VIII

It’s never a particularly nice feeling to have reached the end of a holiday, but that is where I find myself. I have just had morning tea (with my Harrogate tea) and lunch with my grandparents after a nice two weeks with the three sweetest little girls in the world (my nieces) and other relatives. And here is my poem for today:

Dear God,

We rejoice and give thanks for earthworms,

bees, ladybirds and broody hens;

for humans tending their gardens,

talking to animals,

cleaning their homes

and singing to themselves;

for the rising of the sap,

the fragrance of growth,

the invention of the wheelbarrow

and the existence of the teapot,

we give thanks.

We celebrate and give thanks.

Amen.

Michael Leunig