The oysters were all marching in lock step
Young and old alike tip toe across the sand
They follow the voice’s ominus lead
Benevolently nodding in assent
Through forty days of work and rest and play
Oysters always obey their master’s voice
Blindly fulfilling their solemn duty
Tirelessly they chant a most solemn tune
Listen to them carefully if you dare
Irksome woes are daily set aside
As promises are made and broken
Oysters never lie nor do they disobey
Young and old alike tiptoe across the sand
With hopes of always doing the right thing.
Welcome to day 5 of Na/GloPoWriMo, during which each poet has been asked to pick a poem, and to write one in its style, using the the initial of each line as the initial of each of his own lines. I have chosen Seamus Heaney’s ‘The Seed Cutters’ as me pattern.