The heatwave, the second in recent weeks, is beginning to dissipate and this poem is a reminder of what it is like to be cool. Read it and enjoy the chill.
Chilly
By
heck its chilly,
and
the wind is blowing willy nilly,
chilling
the parts it shouldn’t reach,
I
wish I was lying on the beach.
My
goodness it really is cold,
the
temperature is making me feel so old,
you
know age causes your blood to thin,
this
is an argument I cannot win.
Oh
it’s absolutely freezing,
no
I don’t want to go out playing,
even
my big coat feels inadequate,
give
me a nice coal fire and blanket.
‘It’s
so cold I’ve got goosepimples,’
‘That’s
ok it’ll match your dimples,’
‘Out
you go and have some fun,’
but
outside there’s only a big, cold sun.
‘A
little cold will do you good,’
toughen
the skin and thicken the blood,
the
air is thin and so very clear,
it
really makes you want to cheer.
It
is so very chillingly bright,
to
stay inside doesn’t seem right,
wrap
up warm and put on a hat,
don
your gloves and go out like that.
It
is so cold it you feel more alive,
wrapped
up so tight, to move you strive,
the
blood is coursing in your veins,
working
the heart stimulating brains.
Enjoy
the chill stimulation of the senses,
fizzing
brain cells the cold arouses,
go
out into the world and enjoy nerves’ jingle,
watch
nature’s response and life will tingle.
© David L Atkinson February 2021
God Bless
