Beautiful, picturesque, charming, pleasant,
delightful, sunny Cotton Tree whose tide
flows out exposing creamy sand flats as
pelicans preen themselves in readiness for spring
and cormorants steal the fish off the end of your line.
I feel immediately refreshed, exhilarated,
rejuvenated, revived and stimulated,
as I sit down to take in its
natural beauty, to wonder on the
magical nature of this great country.
It is a poet’s delight, Chaucer would
be in ecstasy as he breathes in the fresh air
tinged with rolled tobacco cigarettes.
Three not so eager fishermen,
non casting their lure,
hands are busy rolling the next lung buster.
But nothing could disturb my mood.
They look like nice fellows, like a trio of
likely lads who would regale you in
conversation at the surf club bar.
Each one is puffing in unison
as though there is safety in numbers.
I puff, you puff, we all puff together.
I imagine their lungs and they remind me of my
mum’s net curtains and their cough of my long
gone not so old teacher who would
also regale you with wit and repartee.
Beautiful, picturesque, charming, pleasant,
delightful, sunny Cotton Tree where I feel
immediately refreshed, exhilarated,
rejuvenated, revived and stimulated.
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