The tree had a skirt A fine robe of gold Of fire It blazed When the sun rose It was clear And misty beams Allowing radiant halos The tree had a skirt It was the finest in all the woods Sometimes it would gloat Though not much really
Time stalls A glance at an old life A dying way Colours as graded sepia The mountains lay With heads in clouds And bead work patterns Crisp and clean Uncertain and serious Fathoms deep On youths that Now are dust on the air Stories of wilderness It was once there I stare into dark eyes […]
A bit of daftness – Garlic Grace is part of the Goodness Gang which was a promotional offer done by the coop – we saved up and got all the furry foods but we also took it in turns to make up daft versions of songs for each of them. This is Garlic Grace song […]
A few years back I launched The Little Book of Spoogy Poetry – I did this twice the first was for the ebook and the second time for the actual physical book. Here is my daughter reading parts of the collection. The book was initially written for her only and then I added a few […]