poetry in hands

poetry in hands

Sunday, November 10, 2024

Peruvian Hat

 Peruvian Hat


I'll pack a few things for the beach

Shall I wear my alpaca hat?

I do feel the cold in my head these days

It'll be warm enough in that


Not the weather we'd hoped for

When we planned our trip abroad

No South American sunshine

In the package we could afford


We walked the sands without afternoon sun

Wrapped up, well enough to cry

Looking for fossils and shells I saw one

That immediately caught my eye 


Look at this George

Well fancy that

If I'm not much mistaken

It looks just like my hat


Well the treasure you hold in your hand

Resplendent in all it's glory

Is called a Peruvian hat

And that's not just my theory


You can see how it got it's name

It looks like it's made to be worn

On the head of a native of Cuzco

Dark silken locks to adorn


It's just the right shape

With it's ear muffs as well

I know my sea shells

Though I say so my self


Put it somewhere safe

Let's see if we can see some more

It's a sea shell you don't see selling

On the sea shore that's for sure


Is it worth a lot of money then?

Is the dalai llama from Peru?

No he's from Tibet George


Mike O'Leary - 2015


One of the first poems I wrote in Steve O'Connor's group. I think we were given a topic and about 10 or 15 minutes to come up with a poem.

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