Out There

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  1. Posted April 11, 2024 at 6:14 pm | Permalink

    Sand and Grass;
    Dandelions and stones, man at work chisel on stone,
    Gulls at play over the rooftops ,
    Tide on the turn, a gentle wind,
    A blackbird calls an alarm,
    I slow my pace, dampen my thoughts,
    The gulls start to shriek,
    On finding a food source,
    A stranger starts to speak,
    I start to listen of course,
    Looks like spring has arrived,
    All I can do is stare, his broad grin,
    Body language , I‘m entranced,
    My lips move to reply,
    But my head is high in the sky,
    So all I do is grin because on days like these it’s a win win win .

    Anthony Mc Gann.
    11/04/24. 07.28.

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