On hearing her son had climbed a mountain, mother looked up at the wardrobe.
"How did that chair get up there", she asked.
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Here's the first peice on my blog
PORTANCROSS/
The sun was setting and everyone going home.
We sat on the coarse grass.
Naked feet burrowed in the damp sand.
Cooling air brought us together.
Your shadow fell into mine.
The sun bowed out.
Stars whispered night.
A nocturnal cough from outboard engine.
The fishermen were away.
The fairies likewise.
Leaving the castle to guard our love.
This is a happy place
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About Me
- David John
- About me I work, live in a family and write poems. Sometimes I get out and perform poetry. I run up and down hills and braes. I always wanted to be a dancer but I have one foot much bigger than the other. I hope you enjoy reading this blog.
1 comment:
full o shite
as you've pulled a muscle
in a place that is rarely pulled
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