Mr Fotheringill cleared out a patch of ground
for his grandsons to play with
they dug their holes and planted
what they thought were just plain little seeds
they gave them some water everytime
they visited their nanna and grandad
and kept an eye on their spot in the garden
then one day after christmas, little shoots appeared
popping up to see the sun – the children kept on watering
with their special buckets
and the little shoots rose up into the air
bursting out colour like fireworks
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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