pleasure of age –
driving through orchards
excited by blossoms
it’s a pleasure
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Ripples from a little-boat life
Ripples from a little-boat life
pleasure of age –
driving through orchards
excited by blossoms
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A lovely poem, Richard. It’s also the pleasure of being mostly housebound but getting out for a short drive once in a while (as I did today). I got home and saw your poem and it was as if you were reading my thoughts.
Very sweet. Thank you.