Great Big Splat

Bum in the sky, searching for pond weed

before coming up for air

doing the same, day in day out

whether sunny, stormy or fair

To be a duck

quacking this way and that

every now and then

leaping into the water

with a great big splat

My Poetry

Simple Pilgrim View All →

Once Lost in Nowhere, then Perditus

Now just a Simple Pilgrim

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