Jeremiah’s Journal August September 2017 The house is done, done and dusted. Like any project you’ve been hard at work on for so long even meals had become an inconvenient chore, you miss it when it’s gone. You have to trust your instincts, you have to know when you’re finished, …
The station master is being ever so discreet But I have my suspicions and I can sense Something seditious, in a room as neat as His happens to be looking, now apparently He is putting all the accessories back, in The presentation box, even rolling up The track and the …
October is mild, the sun unexpected, Shortening the hard winter for us, Yet, your father in the yard, With the homemade hatchet Breaks pallets. Hop, hop, hop out of the bed And throw back the blankets, You would always be afraid The head would fly off of The hatchet. They …
Sheep Winding Through Furze, Minding Their Own Business. Sheep Winding Through Furze, Knitting Their Own Pullovers
Oh! Where in the world, would I hide my black beetle? My tiny black beetle, my shiny black beetle, Oh! Where, where at all would I hide my black beetle? If words were boots and opinions were people.
