Best Larking Poems

I, to the pasture's green could run, 
and fly a kite beside the sun,
but choose, I do, to linger still, 
among the dirt, what is my frill?

Low, be it may, to sink my feet, 
into the slimy, pungent peat, 
but with my grandad by my...

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MUD LARKING
  
    Since a kid having a habit of treasure hunt,
   whenever got a chance to go on riverside
   picking pebbles slimed with pale mud,
    scavenging for precious something submerged in alluvial deposit
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festive lark 
she has a deer for pet 
that day chases flamingos 
fawning at Santa Domingo 
Deers and squirrels shutters yet
All quiet at weeks end


2/14/21
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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