deserves praise, yet should come as natural.
there may be to many additives these day,
not enough honesty grown. she said i should
have something new in the greenhouse.
i have, i said, and thought of you, who
planted the seeds
so feeling sickly
we confused the
came in from the sun.
dazed in the parlour,
until the feeling passed.
have you ever gone back,
that painful journey,
watching swallows dip
as if they had never been away.
staggering the stones
you may find god in
echoing all the tears
of your life.
a busy little thing, buzzing down the estuary,
then back again, up and back, practising.
in order to acquire, improve or maintain proficiency in it.
“I need to practise my French”
no clouds to cover . it was a gentle day
of gardens, les cloche and legume given freely.
the pronounciation was not at all as it should be,
the company all welcome.
later the v22, toy osprey. delight.
he admitted it was not working properly,
yet they still bowed thier heads and said it.
have they thought of changing it all, back
to basics. we fear it is to late, it has all been
going on so long. too many of us.
he gave his opinion which seems disloyal, yet
they had polished the floor, which
placed the garderobe off limits.