Cool Water Poem by Denis Martindale

Cool Water



As if cool water called his name,
The tiger had obeyed,
Remaining calm as his first aim,
Thus by cool water laid...
Upon the rocks he flicked his tail
A little less and less,
For beauty spots like this can't fail
To spread some happiness...

The tiger spread his weight around
With tooties to one side,
As if his Shangri-La had found
And here he would abide...
No other creatures dared approach
The growling so-and-so,
Now settled like a real slow coach
Who didn't want to go...

Cool water soothes the savage beast,
That's just the way it is,
Now from the greatest to the least,
Seduced by utter bliss...
Well, good for him! I'll give him time
Before I take my bath...
With patience, it could be sublime
And not my epitaph...


Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.

The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Cool Water'.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com

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