Boneyards Comments
We take slow trains to London moving clack-
clack past back door and yards sculpted in junk
with treasure troves of things they thought they loved;
sheds and beds and secret hiding places,
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Yup! Another poem I can't fault. Loved the internal ryhme. Outstanding. I say again - when's the book available?
Terrific - since my first appalled sight of London's backyards from the train I've wanted to feel this way about them rather than depressed - congratulations! And thanks.
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7/27/2025 2:17:02 PM # 1.0.0
i've seen those yards and appreciate the positive aspects...the quaintness, the living part of life. strong work. -Tailor