Yehudit By The Pond 1962 Poem by Terry Collett

I sit by the pond
dragonflies hoover
and swoop and fly off
over the water.

Birds sing
from the trees.

There is a smell
of summer
in the afternoon air.

I must bring
that new boy
Benny here
to sit with me
so we can be alone
far from the peering eyes
of my mother
or neighbours.

Ducks swim past
like small boats
drift effortless.

I wish he
were here now
I wish he was
beside me
right here.

I want to kiss him
and hold him tight
and for him
to kiss me
and hold me tighter.

A woodpecker raps
some place near
a pheasant calls.

I imagine he is here
and we kiss and such.

I hear the wood pigeon call.

I want him overmuch.