A joy once found
worth more than any amount of pounds
through fields of poppies
a puppy roamed in search of something
guessing his way from dawn till dusk
following a nose for fawns and ducks
pigs and geese quickly rush
copse of shelter trees, battle the breeze.
by John Masefield I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;And the wheel’s kick Read more…
Twist and TurnLearn and BurnEscape the troublewith a bath full of bubbles Trim your hairBe Aware, but dont CareThere might beA girl out there.
If my hearing did loseno melody or chord on piano playednor sonorous tone on clarinet heardnot one jot of scale or noteall flown with the wings of a dove Oh garden rose in bloom the Read more…
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