A POEM BY: Ben Dunk March 13th 1993.


Spring Time


The seed of life sees passion

In the arch of simpler times

Where the bee stalks the flowers

And the old steeple clock chimes


So were the passionate days

When visions came to all lovers

And the rest of beings who care

In the season of temperate flair


Look yonder on the grassy cliffs

Two people love and frolic

Saying words of errant amour

To soothe the urge of spring


Never to part and live alone

They swear their steamy oaths

Until the mattress of down

Becomes a bed of hard stone