My imagination and sense of humour urged me to write
OVER THE HILL:
Over the hill and far away.
I sit and watch the children play.
There among the lambs and sheep,
Sits their friend "Little Bo Peep".
I glance around to a different angle,
And believe it or not in the corner
Sat there eating his Christmas pie,
Was a boy named "Jack Horner".
There was a stray dog running around.
Looking all hungry and meek.
He belong to "Old Mother Hubbard",
Whos food cupboard looked rather bleak.
The cat was playing the fiddle.
As the cow jumped over the moon.
Mother Hubbard's dog was howling
As the dish ran away with the spoon.
Then I saw "The Owl and the Pussycat",
Who had just got wed.
They lingered beneath a tall oak tree,
To seek a make shift bed.
With all this going on,
As I watched the children play.
I came back to earth with a bump,
Looking over the hill and far away.
Copyright Allrights Reserved Yvonne Lewis
from the book
Moments of my Life 2014: