a late night poem, rewritten from my notebooks – enjoy.
In cold damp and dark
out in the park
a small brown toadstool
sits hiding in the grass
shy and retiring
not best in its class
sheltered by reeds, in the wind and rain
camouflauged by the grass
drinking slowly from the drain
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Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.
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