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Incessant cooing
accompanies my deep thoughts
productive duet
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by Scooj
Tag: poem
Eighteen
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Eighteen years ago
at eleven seventeen
our boy changed our world
.
by Scooj
* I am quite pleased with this board I painted this morning for my son’s eighteenth birthday… before he woke up. He was very happy with it. Proud moment for a proud dad who has seen his little boy grow into a man.
Hidden
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Beneath plastic sheet
slow worm hatchling lies hidden
jewel of the plot
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by Scooj
Soft winds
.
Soft winds gently stroke
heavily laden grass heads
leaning to the east
.
by Scooj
Never happy
.
At last the rain comes
a watering holiday
but the slugs and snails
.
by Scooj
Blackbird
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Afraid uncertain
contained in a side passage
tentative first flights
.
by Scooj
Lock down abandoned
.
A nation of fools
led by shameless charlatans
it will end in tears
.
by Scooj
Allotment royalty
.
Tenant Emperor
lord and king of plot 18
my subjects in rows
.
by Scooj
Forgot my hat
.
Bandana and beard
and looking like a biker
out digging again.
.
by Scooj
Sun, sun, sun
.
Special, sun-soaked spring
ameliorates lock down
the best on record
.
by Scooj
* I believe that with tomorrow’s forecast for sun, that this spring (March, April and May) will have broken all records for sunlight-hours. Thank heavens. How much more difficult the last period might have been with cold, wet weather.
Natural adventures 