Hey guys, let’s check out those blousy crimson pom-poms Listen up flowers, arrange your petticoats; I can hear them coming Blimey, so many skirts; where’s the gold then? Steady now, take your time. There’s plenty for everyone. So, now the imagery has your attention, is it biologically correct? Well, the bees are not he-s, they are mostly she-s. And the …
Making a Difference
My view from the kitchen sink Is up the path A climb to the gate And out and away. Then I was at home I had time to think differently I made a changed space It had a new purpose. Now I sit and look down the path I have a different view I have a new perspective It feels …
Out of Sight
A poem prompted by seeing a fallen tree on a solo walk A tree fallen over its roots, clear to see no longer able to hold up the above ground beautiful tree. The sea, crystal clear no longer able to support a busy metropolis beneath the waves. How did this happen to the soil and the ocean? Did we not …