Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Time to get cracking
Climb out of sleep bagging
Put down all the packing
And get on the hunt!
The Easter Bun’s been
And we’ve already seen
A gold-blue silver sheen
Glinting out of the grass.
Little hands take the lead
Running hard through the weeds
While the grownups sip mead
And the treasures amass.
Pile of eggs, rabbits, sweets
Unexpected neat treats
Backed by hypersonic squeaks
Mama’s ears take the brunt!
Silence falls on the field
That was kind enough to yield
Chocolate treasure that reeled
Our little kids’ minds.
We’re in awe as they tuck
Into chocolate, drunk
From the pleasure they took
From their Easter Hunt finds.