Tuesday 1st May Dawn Patrol Poem

  This mornings ABC Dawn Patrol poem was inspired by a story told to me by someone from Tennessee.......Thanks Alicia and hopefully Tom from Delaware will send the audio through and I'll have learned how to put up on here before to much time passes.             

                ANA’s MUSHROOM PATCH

Winter was as good as over, almost gone the cold and gloom,

Spring time in Tennessee and the flowers were out in bloom.

The smell of new mown hay was wafting through the air,

And high up in the trees birds were nesting everywhere.

A young woman walked the fields marveling at natures show,

At all the wondrous flowers and how quickly they did grow.

Her name was Ana and in her left hand she carried a bowl,

She picked the odd mushroom while out for her spring time stroll.

Looking up her smile vanished and her body began to tense,

For there as happened every year, a car was parked beside the fence.

A group of townies always came and her mushrooms they would steal,

The thought that they were here again almost made Ana squeal.

It was the same people as last year and most likely the year before,

There was no doubt in Ana’s mind this was a declaration of war.

Her Dad had tried to catch these people just to give them a talking to,

But they’d see him coming; jump in the car and quickly they’d shoot through.

Ana knew what was required here, a little stealth and cunning,

It would do no good for her to go towards them running.

Like a hunter in the woods she began to carefully stalk her prey,

This time they would not avoid a talking to; they would not get away.

A large man was reaching through the fence when he got a sharp surprise,

For suddenly a teenage girl from nowhere seemingly appeared before his eyes.

She a lectured him on trespass, she gave him a real dressing down,

Then politely suggested he get in their car and return to blooming town.

Well the man he was indignant and a brief argument did commence,

As he righteously maintained he stood the correct side of the fence.

Well Ana could not contradict this statement obviously it was true,

But then he leaned up against the fence as though right on queue.

Ana immediately saw the gaping hole in this large man’s defense,

So politely pointed out that his belly, now hung on her side of the fence.

Well the man turned bright red; mumbled something she couldn’t hear,

To his departing back she said `And don’t come back next year!`

                                                                        © Corin Linch 30/3/2012