Cuckoo Clock

Cuckoo clock
on the wall,
calling out
to one and all.

Little bird popping
in and out
tweeting it’s tune
to all about.

Cherished, special
childhood ‘toy’,
with every song
it still brings joy.

For long ago
when I was small
we had one hanging
on our hall.

There I would wait
to hear the bird sing . . .
and on the pendulum
I’d often swing.

(which is probably why it broke).

Corinne Fenton


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  1. Chris Bell Love your poem and the memory, Corinne. I hope you don't swing on this gorgeous cuckoo clock! :) Chris
    December 29, 2011 at 6:41 pm · Reply

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