Some writer-friends and I formed a Writer’ Club, called PenPals. We met fairly regularly to talk about writing, share what we’d been writing, and set ourselves writing exercises. It was always fun. We’ve let it slide a bit, but have plans to get PenPals up and running again.
One weekend, some years ago, four of us rented a flat for a few days and treated ourselves to a weekend away from everyday chores and responsibilities. We set ourselves various challenges and exercises. One of them, a timed exercise on the last day, was to write a poem or a small piece of prose in praise of the location and the great weekend we had enjoyed.
I don’t recall how long we allowed ourselves, but here is my effort. Remember, it was just for fun!
The Tay, The Tay, The Silvery Tay
The Tay, the Tay, the silvery Tay
Dressed in your best, looking good today
Mirrored surface reflecting trees
That serve as home to birds and bees
Green the grass and blue the sky
I look at you and wonder why
Why you meander, seldom rush
Water the land without a fuss
While here we are, along the way
Walking beside you, silvery Tay
Knowing tomorrow, a different day
For our leisure we’ll have to pay
We’ll be so busy catching up
Rushing about like a silly pup
Barking at others. Surely not!
After the pleasures that we got
A weekend away from the stresses and strain
Look at the benefits that we gain
Laughing and crying, talking and such
We’ve enjoyed it so very much
Planning and writing, our laptops busy
It’s enough to make your head feel dizzy
Glad to be here this good, fine day
Beside the waters of the silvery Tay