Frolicking On Grass Poem by james watkin

Frolicking On Grass



Frolicking on grass
Those white peaks seem further off;
Cold, bleak and ruggard.
A child's sunny mind!
A slip, a twinge, bares all he
Of world's shadow, hard.

Saturday, February 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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