Bernard Of The Rooftops

It was such a promising start to the day.
I put my head through the skylight
and wondered what I could find to say?

What sort of poem could I write
to capture what it feels like
to stick your head out there
in the cool bright morning air?

Because, while Blip’s still here,
(I have been blipping in starts and stops
for a while now) I must keep posting.

But then I remembered a poem called
Raymond of the Rooftops
by Paul Durcan.

I know not every man and woman
clicks on links but,
on a promising day, I promise
you’re in for a treat if you click on this.

Raymond Of The Rooftops