The works were made by men from lands afar
Who toiled in baking sun and mist and rain.
Before the pathway coated was with tar
We dippers had much reason to complain -
Oft'times o'er missing step my toe did trip,
When going for a dip in yonder sea;
But now I have no fear of awkward slip,
And safely can return for Dermot's tea;
In summer sun I'll laze on concrete seat
With views across the sea to mountains high;
Below the steps are cubic, straight and neat
They have been made with wondrous expert eye.
But since the works do not meet maiden's pleasure,
They are reserved for working men at leisure
2 comments:
Very good ... for your first sonnet;-)
However,
There's now a big efing bar 'tween the mountains and thee,
From that seat where you planned to bask lazily!
note: maiden: from old Germanic "mädchen"
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