The Clock a song

Tick, tock, tick, tock .

Time is passing but

Here in the hall 

There ’s only  my ticking, 

No !  Not any more

I’m getting down off this wall ..

Hey, wobble, wobble, I can do it.. I can fall….….

WHeEE— whirrrr….. plop, plop, ….ACH!  

Aahhhh

I’m gonna see what’s beyond 

WOW! 

Here I am - about to be 

Part of the real thing - 

Yay!  Tick tick, tick, tick , It’s  happening! 

A  dog barks, then stops

At those kids down the block

She wants his balloon.  He won’t let it go!

She’s grabbing, he’s grabbing,  

It’s gone , up and  flown, 

But the kids don’t care -

Now they’re flying a drone.  

Is that what they mean by time.

Look,  a clown’s  doing tricks

And each one goes

In a blink of an eye

Then it’s over, it’s gone . 

It was just passing by.

Is that what they mean by time?

And music flows - and there it goes.

I feel like slowing with the adagio  larghetto 

But when it’s quick I make a dash and zip , 

And presto !  time seems to zip  -     But no - 

My ticking is still a boring, exacting,

Tick, tick, ticking

Pulsating  tedious  - Ratio.

So this is what it’s like to be part of it all - 

While seconds tick and hours show, 

The  raindrops drip, then sunset falls,     

 It’s time going by - never saw it , you know

Only those shadows that fell on the wall

Always knew that time passed -

How could I not, 

After all, I’m a clock

But I’m not going back to the hall

To be hung on a wall

Where all I can do is…ttktktktktktktktktktk

I wanna  tick, I wanna tock

Where time races or crawls;

Dogs bark , trees bud,   kids yell “play ball!”

Lovers fall. 

Time moves on, the game comes to an end 

And then there is more - More - More 

This is what they mean by Time - 

And I’ wanna be ,

Have to be,

Gotta be,

Going to be - 

BOING !

A part of it all. 

Copyright: susan kohn green 

Where Do Fairies live In the City - A Song

Where do fairies live in the City?

Where do Fairies live in the town?

In stories fairies always have a babbling brook

And I’ve been looking all around

I’ve been looking for the mushrooms 

Where they gather when it rains

And Queen Ann’s Lace from which they make their gowns

Somewhere there must be 

A secret magic place

Where all the little fairies can be found

I know that fairies live in the city

I know that fairies live in the town

But I haven’t found them here on my block

And I can’t tell you where they can be found

I haven’t found a castle or a rainbow or a glen

Or seen them as they bounded underground

Somewhere there must be 

A very special place

Where just one little fairy can be found.

Hawk Among the Pigeons

What are the pigeons doing 

As they fly their circles in the air?

I see the Hawk among them 

Can he think he is one of them?

Or has he just eaten?

And feeling content to have company in his flight?

Or is he Looking for his meal,

Pretending to be one of them,

To fool them into a dance

Diving with them in the circles

And figure eights, and swoops

From the trees to the forest of the buildings

And back again.

Will there be one less of them

When the dance is done?