I was drowning when I wrote this,
please excuse me if the words are blurred…
I was there at Bosworth Field
when I waved ‘goodbye’ to Richard the Third.
I was lonely as a cloud
approached me and it asked the way;
I didn’t know where I was,
so I sent him off to Carbis Bay.
Off to the island,
an adventure to find;
a voyage by boat;
we love when we float;
(we think)
we wouldn’t like it
if we were to sink.
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Looking out windows,
seeing the pourtentous sky
relieving itself.
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Peck, peck – chip? No – peck;
strut, launch, fly, scan, detect, plan;
wait… wait… swoop! Reward.
I lean on the gate
and survey the world;
at least, the world within my grasp;
for there is much more than that beyond
my gaze, beyond my ken;
but what I have, I clasp.
We’d really love to go to Looe;
but, we have other things to do.
😢
Trerulefoot Roundabout,
there on the A38,
is where we turn off.
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