Tasmanian trees touch the sky
‘If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all,’ wrote John Keats. A century later, Joyce Kilmer in her poem, ‘Trees’, chimed in with, ‘I think that I shall never see/A poem lovely as a tree.’ She added that ‘Poems are made by fools like me’. And me.
Please click on a link below to read a poem:
learning lines
On London Underground, the saddest thing is the unrequited love
Puff Daddy and the Peckham Pigeon
Sleepless
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