“Easter Sunday”

by Saul Bennett

I went for a walk,

On that Easter Sunday

Afternoon,

As there was nothing better

to do.

I emerged through the trees,

To the path leading to the beautiful homes

and gardens.

A disheveled old man approached,

Showed me half an apple,

That he held in his hand,

In the other was an empty

bottle of lager.

“Is it much further,

To the lake,

At Ginhouse Lane?”

he asked,

As he wanted to collect water,

For the blue flowers,

Arranged in the nearby garden.

On that warm day,

On Easter Sunday.

Saul Bennett is a new poet from Rotherham in England. He holds a degree in Journalism from Leeds University. He began writing poetry on a regular basis during the first lockdown of 2020. He can be found on Twitter @SBennettpoet.