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While a bat explores.

He leans on his elbow, thinks. A pair of owls coo. Sitting in his swing chair Late into this winter’s night Clear star lit sky Full moon Hanging by an invisible thread Contemplating. Silence of the night Willing him to write. Night wind, soothing. His thoughts fall on those departed Those apart Forever joined For […]

Ploughing his way through life.

Ploughing his way through life Granddad was a slave to the labour of the day Each day he’d strive to be that much better. As he yoked both grey mares Never allowing his head to drop Pride in everything you do, he’d preach. Life’s comforts for him Watching blackened fields sprout new life. His steady […]