Stripes In The Snow Poem by Denis Martindale

Stripes In The Snow



The tiger and the cub traipsed on,
Stripes in the snow so cold,
They knew it wouldn't soon be gone
And had them in its hold...
For Winter's such a cruel thing,
It lingers for so long,
Till God be praised, it turns to Spring,
Which helps us to be strong...

So tigers have the same hope, too,
Enduring day by day,
Determined, thus, to see it through,
Till Winter's swept away...
The tiger lapped cold water up,
To show what must be done,
To help that freezing tiny cub
Who sensed it wasn't fun...

And right enough, each drink turned out,
My word, their stomachs froze,
So they were glad they turned about
And brought that to a close...
They walked away, quite mortified,
Traipsed on, stripes in the snow,
Not thankful for the drinks supplied,
Still cold from head to toe...

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2013.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Stripes In The Snow'.
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