Rush hour III

The trees are bending moving to a western tune played by coming wind rolling autumn leaves around tarmac cul-de-sacs to the alley’s end follow the brown leaves and you find them piled up high by a pelican some decide to rest whilst others run the gauntlet towards the river final resting spot ? answer toContinue reading “Rush hour III”

Off the Hook

An acrostic poem on fish – from my notebooks – enjoy Fish fly up the stream In expectation that they Should spawn their offspring Hopefully Freely Swimming in the water blue Is a small nipper fish with its Seventy-Seven brothers and Sisters Hoping to avoid the small child’s net For every free fish in theContinue reading “Off the Hook”