We will each take a picture of ‘Time’, <br />here is mine — <br />four fossils, a wristwatch, and flowers <br />so go back <br />two hundred million years, <br />imagine a warm shallow sea <br />where the ammonites lazily swim <br />near the surface enjoying the sun <br />while below on the dark sea bed <br />the other two cosily snuggle <br />with their kind <br />in a blanket of soft warm mud. <br /> <br />The flowers are forget-me-nots, <br />they speak of love. <br />They grow where it’s damp <br />by the banks of becks and streams. <br />Do you know how they came by their name? <br />Once a girl to test out her lover <br />pointed her hand to a clump <br />on the bluff of a bank of a swift moving river, <br />“Get me those”, she said with a frown, <br />straightaway down the steep bank he scrambled, <br />caught his foot in a root, tumbled down, <br />was swept away by the torrent <br />soon to drown. <br />Faintly she heard his last words <br />carry over the water so sadly <br />“Oh my love, oh my love, <br />forget me not.” <br /> <br />Like little blue stars shining brightly <br />the flowers only last for three days <br />then fade and die. <br />True love, though, is like the ammonite <br />it shines bright still even after <br />two hundred million years <br />and laughs at Time!<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forget-me-not-17/
