Hail Poem by james watkin

Hail



Is this the all-weather child
Sitting leery at the glass?
Who's known through a rain-cloud's thresh
Scornful wipe his smile a-fresh!
Could it be that season-proofed
For potted subject mistook?
Who to Day's foul rants lengthy
Answers back through running's glee!

Wednesday, September 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: child,fear,weather
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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