Best Poems Written by Alexander Potts

Glimpses

The grass waved hello
the birds called back.
Telegraph poles stood still 
like tall slender trees.
the birds liked that.
the crickets a constant tickle in the ear,
swathes of brown grass bouncing back after drought,
three troughs haphazard on a patch without
any grass. Bare dark earth.
the raven makes its cry
under a bright grey sky,
on a swampy, sweaty day .
my dog companion at my feet

"Come on then, let's go home."

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