Conkers (Or Maybe Bonkers) Comments

And throwing up a discarded stick, to dislodge the few remaining. Then to dodge around its deviating descent, as it ricochets from branch to branch...ouch! Should have worn my hard hat! Danny; ¬)

Michelle, a hat full of wonderful memories of the golden days of our youth. Uplifting first thing in the morning. BEAUTIFUL. The flow of this poem would melt any winter chill. Definitely not bonkers! Top marks from me. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David

Oh I like it, yes I am there with you, but then the poem almost ends and a cup of coffee must make do!