The Postie.

The Postman,  doing his work

with a smile and quick hello.

I am sure they are on a timer for

their job?  Never stopping or waits.

Off they go. Quicker than "Buzzlight

year on rocket fuel".

With their smart bright orange jackets

with those glow in the dark Silver strips

on it. Let alone their sexy grey shorts they

have. And those little

skinny suntanned legs on show.

Come rain or snow. With his massive

postbag filled to the brim. And some

postpeople even have fancy trollies

with compartments filled with mail.

So rare nowadays, do you actually get

the same postman every day?

You just get used to one person. Then someone

new start the route.

Unlike olden says. You knew them proper and their

names.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

We had the same postie for years. Good old Gavin. Sadly he left and is now a window cleaner. We seem to have a different one everyday Dawn, and you never know when they are going to arrive. Wouldn't fancy their job though, out in all weather. Hope you are OK Dawn.

Chris

[Onlyme]

Your like me Chris, I miss the old days at times, the dependable postman you know. The window cleaner etc. Not to bad thanks. Hope all is well your end too Chris. Thanks for asking and for your thoughts Chris, Dawn.

[Coyote Poetry]

I miss those days do. Life seem more organized and we talked to the postman. New world, part-time workers and life seem less organized. Thank you dear Dawn for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Onlyme]

I agree totally with you Coyote, the new world is taking over. Dawn.