Escape from Buttermere
by Sajo Ruse
Posted: Sunday, May 9, 2010 Word Count: 261 Summary: Dear All, I am new to this writing poetry I am grateful for any comments on this work or the other (Eddy's Rich Uncle) that I posted a couple of days ago I hope that the work is up to considering Thanks very much everyone |
Retreat from Buttermere
Mum, Dad, us 3 boys had escaped
our city lives and home
for healthy rest by lakes and fell
and planned to sail and roam.
We city slickers drove up north
aiming for fields remote
and pitched our tent and made our camp.
“This is the life”, end quote
All had jobs: “That’s the country way”.
Mine was to get water.
Beside the lake, beneath the fells.
City lambs to slaughter
As we slept in those crisp new bags
it poured and rained and poured.
The tent collapsed and floated off
and more things untoward
We abandoned camp, then and there
To sleep cramped in the car.
Between 2 brothers, I couldn’t sleep
whilst perpendicular.
With day came a break in the storm
and so too our real wish
to live this great outdoors despite
all suffering and anguish!
We rigged our boat, climbed aboard to
set sail upon the mere.
Half a mile out we were becalmed
no wind, no need to steer
The rains returned, a deluge now.
Through mist, we couldn’t see
No shelter from, and no retreat
“Oh God, please let us be!”
We sat and took our punishment
for daring to escape
our city life, to breathe this air
- Trying to change our shape
We paddled, half swam, to the shore
arriving ill and cold.
We ditched our tent, our camp, this life
with speed quite uncontrolled
“Put it anywhere, I don’t care!”
The city folk got out.
We know our place, its there not here.
Of that we had no doubt
Mum, Dad, us 3 boys had escaped
our city lives and home
for healthy rest by lakes and fell
and planned to sail and roam.
We city slickers drove up north
aiming for fields remote
and pitched our tent and made our camp.
“This is the life”, end quote
All had jobs: “That’s the country way”.
Mine was to get water.
Beside the lake, beneath the fells.
City lambs to slaughter
As we slept in those crisp new bags
it poured and rained and poured.
The tent collapsed and floated off
and more things untoward
We abandoned camp, then and there
To sleep cramped in the car.
Between 2 brothers, I couldn’t sleep
whilst perpendicular.
With day came a break in the storm
and so too our real wish
to live this great outdoors despite
all suffering and anguish!
We rigged our boat, climbed aboard to
set sail upon the mere.
Half a mile out we were becalmed
no wind, no need to steer
The rains returned, a deluge now.
Through mist, we couldn’t see
No shelter from, and no retreat
“Oh God, please let us be!”
We sat and took our punishment
for daring to escape
our city life, to breathe this air
- Trying to change our shape
We paddled, half swam, to the shore
arriving ill and cold.
We ditched our tent, our camp, this life
with speed quite uncontrolled
“Put it anywhere, I don’t care!”
The city folk got out.
We know our place, its there not here.
Of that we had no doubt