Poets pimple

Hi all,
I'm here to tell you that I'm not a poets pimple but I'm not going to let that stop me having a go.

And after driving around this morning I was inspired to jot down these few lines of affection for my beloved tree the most beautiful Jacaranda.

I mean anything that rhymes with Veranda has to be good.

So here goes.


Look at all the purple trees
dropping all their flowers.
Falling down on the ground
getting thicker by the hour.

Nothing (to me) heralds the impending Summer
more than all the purple trees
dropping all their flowers
Falling down on the ground
getting thicker by the hour.

Some people call them messy
some people don't like their flowers.
But with their purple carpet on the ground
I just don't see how.

Cheers
Stewart

75th Jacaranda festival