Lotus Eating

				The siren-song of lapping waves
				Still echoes over time.
				From languid lotus eating days
				A summer-long hibernation
				On creeks and rock lined bays
				At leave to play along the shore
				And swim with flippered feet
				Till sport became a chore.
				And youthful spirit sought
				Diversion by surfacing amid,
				A gaggle of novitiate nuns
				In bathing suits and caps from
				The fashion of a century gone
				Not nymphs likely to lure
				Innocent young men away
				They scream in mock dismay
				And forget to keep custody
				Of their smiling eyes in one
				Last Minute of secular fun.
	
					
				Norman Hadland