Jason Palmer

Round, large, crunchy leaves
Clear cold views
Autumn is here

Where did summer go?
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Shops, snack bars

Chains of shops
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Joy I can find

In not a grain of sand
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Tap Tap, Click Click

On the train
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Turner did see
The glory of dawn
Ripples of water
Steam in motion
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Warm, inside, snug
Book, cuppa, music
Nice to be warm
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Sometimes I wonder
Is it worth the pain
If life
Is really
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Books, alone they stand

Theatre leaflets, skills for life
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Hadleigh is for me
Rustic retreat
Idyllic Idler Bookshop
Twisty lanes
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Alone, to hear the river
The chanting of birds
To feel the wind
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Solitude for me, thought I
Books and music for me
All gone wrong, you see
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Superman is he!
A knife through butter
Healthy, fit, energy bubble
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Flap, glide, soar

Supreme Seagull
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Outside an inn, one sits, with half a cider but

Feels full of Coniston peace
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Out early
past cars, past cyclists
I walk
on and off the bikes
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Not a penny has he
Not a dirty note
Yet, still he be
Rich in life
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To ski or not to ski
That is the question
Awkward Boots
Kit Galore
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Alps from on high
One can view as
Your flight swoops on Turin
Clear views, pure colours
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What does it mean?

No Idea!
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In Trafalgar
She does anchor
A mighty treasure ship, she
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