Monday, January 9, 2017

Happy New Year!!

A poem to celebrate 2017

First Foot

    One .... two .... three .... four ....
    Midnight knocking at our door. 
    A tall dark stranger waits outside
    Turning away, his face to hide.
    A lump of coal in one black hand -
    What does it mean? Why does he stand?
    Holding his other hand out to us all
    As we welcome him into the midnight hall
    Goodbye to the old year, good luck in the new,