Gibbon

A gibbon's such an agile thing, It moves as if a blur, It takes firm hold, then starts to swing, A trail of tail and fur... It may not own a peacock's grace, Or match a dolphin's smile, But there's a fact that we must face, A gibbon's sure got style... Athletic twists, athletic turns, A gymnast soaring high, With all the tricks that each one learns, Almost like it could fly... Like Spider-Man, up there, at ease, A show-off now and then, Content to leap between the trees, Then, sometimes, back again... I used to be quite agile, too, But that's a young man's game, Old age can change your point of view, Ain't that a crying shame! ? But when I see a gibbon glide Across its neighbourhood, I must confess, I think inside, 'I used to be that good! ' Denis Martindale March 2017. A poem based on the magnificent Stephen Gayford wildlife painting. Google search phrases gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...