apples on a tree
I thought dead– a withered limb
shakes a twig at me
六十六
mild toasty summer
Nature’s consolation prize
for dry reservoirs
teaching chess to kids
no matter what just keep calm
and stay on the board
Wife counts our few coins
I count syllables of verse,
How many winters left?
In villages and on farms
Old ones lay themselves down
So their grandchildren
Can eat a little more rice,
Have a little more warmth.
Enjoying Life In New Ways
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Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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