Conkers

[Jerrybaldy]

Where now is the pillow
waiting to hold my head?
Is it yet to be made,
or filled with the down
for the dead?
Are the people
I am yet to meet
still, asleep in their beds?

Here by the brown river,
I cast a stick
at the horse chestnut tree.
Depart today
my fair weather friends,
come play conkers with me.

[MystyrMystyry]

Hey - conkers JB!

We had them, but I don't think they were the same as English conkers - just big hard native seed pods that looked a bit conkerish.

Which now makes me think I don't really know what English conkers are - I'll have to check...

[MystyrMystyry]

[crappy internet connection]

[Delta40]

Oh Jerry! As far as I know, you and I are the only two to write a poem about conkers on Lit-Net!

Hail to Jerry the Conkerer!