Sonnet Upon It

We love these fields where golden sunbeams lie.

They're like a canvas, part of nature's art.

The whispering winds within those leaves do sigh.

Down here I feel the music in my heart.

And in that hall such music then unfolds

that symphony, its every pitch and tone;

concerto now with stuff my gay heart holds

as treasure - and I'm glad I'm not alone.

We're keen and jolly, sparkling, wild and gay.

You fill my heart with happiness, it swells

my very soul with gladness, yet I say 

I'm getting something curious, and it smells.

I do so love you, know you love me too,

but oh I know you need a great big poo.

(written on 8 Feb 2026)

(this is not based on anyone in particular - and it was written accompanied by red wine on a Sunday)

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You had me laughing at the ending of your sonnet Andrew. It was beautifully romantic until that final line lol. I note that you were in the company red vino, and can understand how this can be a major influence. I would say in all honesty, your sonnet deserves the possibility of a more sobre finale 😊

Chris