Clouting Poems - Poems about Clouting

...Small birds fall from their songs. Sticks fly up invisible chimneys. A strong wind unearths the stringy and unlatched, in the ruptured earth, makeshift mouths gawp and gape. Whoever has a ......

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...I am waiting for the sun to come out so that the children can run about. I am waiting for the suns to come out so that I can get up and shout. I want to eat a big fat New York bagel, loaded with sc......

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...A thrown sky pushes and scatters. Small birds fall from their songs. Sticks fly up invisible chimneys. A strong wind has come from the north, it unearths the stringy and un-mulched. Fusty heap......

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...March was the merriment of an English high summer as April was being the wettest of the wet, as May could not make its mind up how to......

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