It is National Poetry Month and I realised that I should share at least one poem with you.
This is the first poem I ever read and it converted me to poetry ever since. This section is in a children's poetry book called "Four Feet and Two" complied by Leila Berg by Puffin in 1970 (I am really showing my age here; except I couldn't read in 1970). Amazon.com
The Meeting by Clifford Dyment
Over the grass a hedgehog came
Questing the air for scents of food
And the cracked twig of danger.
He shuffled near in the gloom. Then stopped.
He was aware of me. I went up,
Bent low to look at him, and saw
His coat of lances pointing to my hand.
What could I do
To show I was no enemy?
I turned him over, inspected his small clenched paws,
His eyes expressionless of glass,
And did not know how I could speak,
By tongue of touch, the language of a friend.
It was grief to be a friend
Yet to be dumb; to offer peace
And bring the soldiers out…
(From Hedgehog in an Air Raid).
To tell the truth, I have never read the whole poem it came from. I once tried to find it, with no luck.