Poem

Cherry

Ouch!

Don’t touch! It’s hot! … Ouch! …
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Rain or Shine (2)

My neighbour Harry taught me much about the woods - called me ‘tadpole’ at the time. I learned the value of a mosquito net put worms on my hook use a...
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Cherry

The Travellers

. The Travellers by Paul McCann There are too many heroes lying in the dust and I wonder if they , will ever learn to trust , they’re walking like...
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Gold cherry

Otters' Child

Small speed write on attending a SEND transition exhibition

Running For Home

Running For home By Paul McCann I’ve got two strong legs and one strong heart I’m ready to run right from the start a shot was fired from the...
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Cherry

rage, rage against the Dying of your Rights

eagerly we grab new inventions rejoicing in humankind's progress, each smoothing of the way to Earth's immolation pile up mistakes to rectify...
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Bubby

He was called Bubby and he went to Heaven. He died in 2018 at the young age of fifty-seven. When we moved into my house in 1977, Bubby became our...

The Glade

part of a theme i'm working on. Image from wikimedia
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