There’s writing on the wall, They even wrote a name;I call the children outAnd ask them who’s to blame.‘It wasn’t me,’ says Becca,‘It wasn’t Tommy neither!’I can’t get a confessionOut of Tommy either.Then Becca gets a boardAnd Tommy gets the chalk,And both the children drawAnd give a little talk:They made a friend, they say,Who told … Continue reading Whodunnit
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When the world wasReawakeningVernal shoots through soil wereBreakingReachingAnd commiserating withThe winter dead theyPassed When pastoral dewVaporisingHung as mists on forestsTremblingWanderingAnd nebulous theySaw her glidingPast When the pull it feltOverpoweringWas her earth song callingRousingTemptingFloral memories lifeTouched the skyAgain Yea Springtime cameAppreciatingLeaves and petal whorlsUnfoldingDrinkingIn her radiance as sheWalked once more withMen Then Summer woke andRecognisingDemeter would … Continue reading Persephone
The holidays were ending; soon there would be fewer chances for us to gather all together in the woods by the park in the dusk among the midges and the brown grass near the river. Hanna hated the midges but we laughed at her so she would stick out her long pink tongue at us … Continue reading End of Summer
“Woohoo!” His joyous shouts carved happiness into listening trees like knives, rebounding across the sun-drenched pond below. He burst from the hill, sailing weightless for a moment, knife grin echo splitting his tanned face. Bounce. Weightless again, controlled and fearless. Twisting the bicycle beneath his body, sharp smile shining with reflected sun, he beamed at … Continue reading A Pond and A Bicycle
