Wheel tappers

If poetry is everything the first and the last thing then you fit in quite well. If to create is to build then the world would be filled with imagination. And all around me from the dockyards to the foundry I find poetry if only I could paint it like Lowry but I can’t so…

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High rise hot

  To capture the scents of wild meadows, intenseĀ  exhilarating I’m still waiting for the wind to blow chimes for the arrival of Summer. But when I was knee high to a grasshopper and the ears of corn heard my laughter it was always sunshine…

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Changeable

searching for my Souwester, long Johns and a string vest, a dab of Vicks and in forty licks I’m out in the rain…

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