Colin Newton

The Spring

Round and round and round I wind,
each smooth, polished loop aligned
with its neighbours on either hand.
Fine workmanship in every strand.
Stretch me and I'll hold on tight;
squeeze me lengthwise and I might
revert to natural shape as soon as
your excessive pressure eases.
You might find me in a suspension,
I'm just great at handling tension.
Many are the talents I bring
to my role of being a spring.