Notes About The Poem

With Covid the Kangaroos roam the streets while humans are locked uo.
 

On a Clear Day

Fools hop like
wild kangaroos
while real men
take to the pen
and quill
honour has its price
fools will always dance
for free
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Calasibetta Avatar
October 20, 2021 at 6:52 AM
A simple truth so wisely composed! Blessings, Paulette
Hicks Avatar
April 30, 2020 at 8:15 PM
My memory isn't always the best - are you from Australia? One knows who the real men are (according to this poem) ... but what defines the fool? I am curious. Someone who does what is he told, no matter the dishonor it brings him, perhaps.
Babbit Avatar
April 27, 2020 at 3:47 PM
Dancing well.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
April 27, 2020 at 9:10 AM
A pointed pen. I have been warned, I suppose I'm opening myself up for target practice posting my "hello, nice to read you Arthur and stay safe", here in public. I'm feeling brave today I guess. xomo
Koplin Avatar
April 27, 2020 at 8:36 AM
I like the message my friend. Thanks for sticking up for a good cause. The threats of physical violence from him is getting old.
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