I MUST GO DOWN TO THE RIVER AGAIN by Pete Brammer

I MUST GO DOWN TO THE RIVER AGAIN

by Pete Brammer

I must go down to the river again,

Where I played when just a child,

Paddling and netting minnows,

Picking flowers, varied, and wild.

 

Admiring the fluttering butterflies,

With fragile wings so pretty,

See mallards bobbing up and down,

Remembering the poem, ‘Ducks Dittie’.

 

Along the banks we’d build our dens,

Where we’d play and share a joke,

And unbeknown to parents,

We’d enjoy a crafty smoke.

 

I too have brought up children,

Who may have done the same,

But today, I’m fighting cancer,

And must go down to the river again.

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Because I could not stop for Death by Pete Brammer

BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH

Because I could not stop for death,

The Grim Reaper got the sack,

For the devil duly sent for him,

As the sky turned, really black.

 

You see, the minute that my heart stopped,

My bladder gave up the ghost,

Being on an electric blanket,

I should have burned like toast.

 

But instead of electrocution,

The shock gave my heart a jolt,

Throwing my body out of bed,

Just like a thunderbolt.

 

It worked like a defibrillator,

I couldn’t get my breath,

So that is why, I had to say,

“I could not stop for death.”

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