Long Aberdare Poems

So slick and sexy.  Purred past Temple Bar.
That throaty engine advertising punch.
All legal London, strolling out for lunch,
with turning heads declared, “Now that’s a car!”

So many barristers are – if not losers, 
low earners...

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Dawn, when silence falters
And the trees of the range- 
Are tucked in a bucket of fog
Marching dawn, whose beauty never alters,
I tuck myself in blankets like a log
At the Treetops Hotel upon the range
Dainty dreams...

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Dawn, when silence falters
And the trees of the range- 
Are tucked in a bucket of fog
Marching dawn whose beauty never alters.
I tuck myself in blankets like a log
At the Treetops Hotel upon the range
Dainty dreams upon...

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The clouds an oil painting sponge,
Non forgiving rain falls from the sky.
Raging streams turn into angry rivers: 
Shhhhhhhing through the forest scrub. 
While the quiet ones just trickle by. 
Swollen lake, it's just the beginning!...

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