Sonntag, 2. April 2017

Harry Graham (23)

Noch ein Wintersportgedicht aus »More Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes«:
Harry Graham: Patience

When skiing in the Engadine
My hat blew off down a ravine.
My son, who went to fetch it back,
Slipped through an icy glacier's crack
And then got permanently stuck.
It really was infernal luck:
My hat was practically new –
I loved my little Henry too –
And I may have to wait for years
Till either of them reappears.

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