I hunt words like a poacher a white hare ...

I'm reading Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog - 

The apple tree shades me from the sun -

My feet are bare - 

A warm wind stirs the leaves above my head -  

There's a photograph of the storyteller on the front cover of my book - 

He's got a Woodbine between his lips - 

I once went to Laugharne to see the Boathouse - 

Richard and I also visited Browns Hotel - 

Gulls flew above the estuary - 

Richard's now a poet - 

I hunt words like a poacher a white hare - 

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Thursday 6 July 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset