Bryn Strudwick Poet Rhyme

Lucky Heather

LUCKY HEATHER

The Gypsy offers a posy of heather
Each week as I walk by.
“Be lucky love,” she always says.
And every week I wonder why
A bunch of heather would bring me luck.
So, today, without slowing my pace,
I said, “I’m already lucky love”
And tripped and fell flat on my face.

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Bryn Strudwick July 27, 2023 at 2:31 AM Many thanks for your comments but somehow the final line disappeared from the entry. It should end "And tripped and fell on my face"

Speaks Volumes July 25, 2023 at 4:31 PM Congrats on your win. Well done

Jan Allison July 25, 2023 at 4:00 PM good one Bryn, many congrats:-) hugs jan xx