Each moment savoured

each crumbling of every clod

preparing the ground


by Scooj


Yesterday’s haiku from which the first line is taken:


Escaping their homes

to see a world through new eyes

each moment savoured.


Perhaps you’d like to join in.

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I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.

2 thoughts on “Digging”

  1. When I was a kid, I kept about as dozen chickens in a pen in our back yard. Their eggs which I sold to neighbours for 5 bob a dozen provided me with operating expenses and pocket money. I cleaned the hen house each week and dug the pen in which they ran. The hens would gobble any worms greedily. But I know the feeling. Each spade full turned always brought me a sense of satisfaction – even as a kid.

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