Arthur, a good work. This S my fav
I eked out my scant coins over the afternoon
on brandy snap, chips and toffee apples,
three legged sheep, boxing booth, darts, airguns
and the gut-gripping wheel where I watched the magic
and the mill drift beneath me, head in the stars,
happy as a sand-boy in the dream of a day
soothed and rocked in the arms of a midnight sky.
Here I might like to see what they sell, but that would change the work
perhaps too much.
I do not go there now, for all things change,
they do not sell the things I seek these days.
Thanks much.
Gary
Dec Byron Sacre at: http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html... Writer's
Hood at http://www.writershood.com/... Poets for Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas
no!
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