The chimney place

There is a clock that lags behind the time
There is a crooked soldier left upon the road
There is a Treen from Mekonta on the other side
There is Niña, La Pinta and Santa Maria sailing by
There is a listless line of books below
A tumble this way or that of prose.
There is a smooth-faced pebble I had found
That day when any talisman would do
Rushing round the house in flight.

© R Frank Wilson (2012)