where did all the boats go ?
they’re nowhere to be seen
are they hiding on the waters edge
among the trees of green
Moonlight skips on the waters edge
with the sailing boats away
fire flies having a whale of a time
as with the glow worms on lily pads they play
and in the distance a far off distant hum
as the birds have a night time treat
popping their heads into floating flowers
for tasty nectar to eat
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.
The Inkwell 
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