Aged – drinking coffee.
Enough words
beneath my feet.
The May clouds
all at ease.
And the blue magpie
crying for its nest.
This is a life.
Not a journey’s end.
Birds and earth itself
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 