Compass

Poetry

Monday 18th December 2017

Compass

Out on some rugged hill,

the explorers all looked around

weather drawing in,

the clouds grey and angry

leaders scratch heads as they turn the dial

which way’s north they said?

and so down the hill they follow the needle

to a place where they can be fed.

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