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Wake Up

wake up arrogant bird black velvet blot calling now raucously down the wind light is barely caressing the patch work hilltops snow creeps minutely backing off from the slumbering valley a new spring chorus will soon commence you self inflated huckster rush to grab the top most branch arranging a choir of cacophony out-sounding the melodious songsters attempting to mate through the rusty gate imitations.

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John Fleming

Date: 10/15/2017 3:40:00 AM

I really do enjoy your poems, Patricia...especially when you write this way. I think it is because your style of writing is so very different from my own: I tend to "stand off" when writing my poetry -- you get "right in there", and - "become involved"! I find your writings compulsive reading - I surely do! Your affectionate friend. :) john

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/15/2017 7:57:00 AM

I write from the inside out and you from the outside in both views of this world are important to proffer a rounder picture. Thank you John and I enjoy yours.

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 9/2/2017 9:23:00 AM

"rusty gate imitations" — my fave. Wonder what the birds call it when I walk by singing (attempting to, anyway)? This evokes old home memories of the oft reluctant snow melt and those oft obnoxious ravens who don't seem to care what season it is! Enjoyed ~ john

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/2/2017 9:29:00 AM

show offs

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/2/2017 9:28:00 AM

They are such shy offs here and if you squawk back they will begin a conversation. One came back every day for while just to yell t my sister.

Jack Ellison

Date: 8/7/2017 10:55:00 AM

Love your style Miss Patricia!!! Here in Toronto, we have experienced the wettest summer on record! BOOOO!!! Have a super day... love Jackson xxx

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 8/7/2017 3:16:00 PM

The word is supposed to be north east. My fingers and mind some times go on strike.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 8/7/2017 3:14:00 PM

Actually not east of you near Georgian Bay.

Jack Ellison
Date: 8/7/2017 11:13:00 AM

Actually love in Newmarket... are you near? xxx

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 8/7/2017 10:59:00 AM

LOL my goodness Jack you are not too far from me. I lived and worked in Toronto for many years. Now I live in a cabin in the woods by a bay. Complete change. Thank you for reading my work.