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Oh, Where Have You Come From, My Blue-Eyed Boy?
I come from Malmo Its low gentle farmland Mudflats by the Øresund I come from beneath the cavernous sky Of the Lincolnshire fens I come from the tops of Cork’s raging cliffs And sea-carved bays I come from coal-stained valleys that cut Through Merthyr’s coal-drained hills To Cardiff’s terraced streets I come from the Blitzed… Read more
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Beginning and End of the Day
Pine cones lay shut tight on the bed of soft needles that have gathered under the Scot’s Pine trees that border the rain-stained path. A grey squirrel scutters up the trunk and leaps to an adjacent branch, where it stops in frozen motion, alert to possible threat; the branch gently swaying from the weight of… Read more
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The Groundsman’s Marriage
It wasn’t easy (It never is) To repair the ends Between the showers Of our endless arguments But regular use of the light roller With judicious use Of the elephant’s foot And a straight edge Gave us a true surface To play on . CLP 08/04/2019 n.b. NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 8 prompt: Workplace terminology as… Read more
I write as I wonder as I wander.
Journey of Words 