Tis Friday... lessons are just about to start!
Here's my 2nd poem...
between seasons of work and play
quiet thought cracks through the cycle
to rise with dawn a beautiful green garden
changing dream from only vision
giving birth to life so light is remembered above all
Gold Sammy, pure gold.
I love your poems, and i think i might either have to start writing some again or invest in one of those magnetic doovers myself.
Looking forward to seeing your smiley face back over here mate...
Cya soon
Matt