Fun With Friends Poem by james watkin

Fun With Friends



Gauged from here, life in shock's
Refuge, but risk-free state
It did more than compensate
All of that rough and tumble
Smiled into who'd stumble

For any mud-splattered
Cuts and bruises; - a score!
And for the not so minor
Hurts! Every screamed past tree's bird
Homing, moulting, when heard!

Tuesday, December 13, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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