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nimrod
Nimrod coasts across the bay
heavy as a swan.
I sit on the ruined harbour wall
reporting back.
Lifeboat Day - St Agnes.
I drew a picture - a cartoon -
me on a rock
a huge plane flying by
sent it to you.
Clearing your home
I come across them all -
cards, drawings, letters.
The doings of the hens, the cats.
Now, even Nimr...
Saturday 8th September 2012 8:51 pm
What I'd like to do today
Mum, I’d like to come and
sit in your kitchen at the formica table
drink coffee, eat chocolate biscuits
in the warm
I’ve so much to tell you
we’d laugh about everything
forget me knots in the garden
the apple tree would be in blossom
Dad, I’d like to visit you today
see what you’ve been up to
we’d go to your workshop
I’d sit on your paint...
Sunday 13th February 2011 7:40 am
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