Vic poem 6/22

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To submit a poem, send it to Poets Corner, PO Box 130, Wyong NSW 2259. It must be your own work, previously unpublished.



The patience of my pet spider

Is a wonderful thing to behold

She sits near the door frame awaiting

A mosquito to have and to hold

As each slow second passes

The web like deceit is not small

If the web does not get mosquito

The life game still will not pall

The day of the year is Sunday

And April soon will be May

January, February, and March

The 92 days passed away

Yet daddy long legs inherent patience

In wonder I watch it unfold

Like the Scottish peasant knows full well

The mosquito like a man is the gold.

Ivan Carnegie, Macleod