Best Verandah Poems

I see
The white painted pieces of the verandah
Scratched away by a harsh relentless wind.
It leaves behind bilged browns;

Rusted remnants 
Of chairs,
Of walls.

The cement rips,
Falling below

To blend with rocks and stones
In the barren and sterile garden.
Though the tiles plastered with grimy mud
Is enough for algae to...

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UP ON THE VERANDA

Up on back veranda
Near the old wooden steps,
Looking out to milking shed
Old Ma Stewart sat alone in her chair,
Rocking ever so gently, 
Not a sound originated,
Her gaze fixated
To the ground in front.
Old Ma Stewart
Was one not to mess about,
When it came to
Getting...

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