The Boat 21 Friday Nov 2014 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ 2 Comments The boat was moored Loosely in the shallows The lanyard just Long enough To give it free movement And the birds Flying past Stopped by To rest And use it as a perch Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
Only a beautiful mind witnesses the beauty of simple things.
What a lovely thing to say. Thank you.