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Tuesday, 14 February 2012

SPRING POEM

Ah, sweet perusers of the written word, SPRING is almost upon us! Before long we will turn the corner at the end of Winter Street only to be assaulted by Mother Nature with her herb scented cosh. At this time of year I always go all woozy and poetic  - So today I'm taking a break from the dull old grind of archaeology and instead I'm serving up a lovely poem about nature, about our green earth, about growth, about renewal - but specifically a poem about mindlessly vandalising trees.


Adieu blogolytes. Until next week
PS -My taste for strumpetry knows no bounds - check out the flimsy trash that passes for my facebook page RIGHT HERE.

2 comments:

  1. i think this one is my favourite.
    choose a tree of lumbering grace - genius mchale

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  2. Genius? The www. is a great spot for ego massage, and God knows that sort of massage never has a happy ending.

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