What the Drunken Farmer Said
Can you hear her, directly overhead
she sounds just like an angel singing ..
But it is just a skylark son, or so the
bloomin drunken farmer said ..
Can you see her, directly overhead
such a tiny speck up small and high ..
She looks just like a floater surfing
across the surface of an eye ..
But no, it’s just a bloomin skylark son
or so the drunken farmer said ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Good write N.
Cheers Mr. O ............................................... N 🙂
Lovely writing .. maybe it was an Angel
You know I’ve actually heard the voice of angels .. a while ago sounded like a soft angelic choir .. I do believe in angels and I think they help me
But I think you have to be a certain place to perhaps sense them more
Thank you for those kind words VB ..... and what a lovely thought, I do so hope you are right .. Neville 🙂
This made me smile.
your comment made me happy 🙂
For me birdsong is the music of the great outdoors subliminally influencing us from birth to death.
I read a sadness that the beautiful things in our world are easily just taken for granted in your words today.
you sir, or so it seems can see write through me ................................................. Neville 🙂
Oh dear, not your day. Enjoyed this poem.
Oh' well can't win em all, just havin a lark, or so the bloomin drunken farmer said 🙂
But she may be there......
Andy
She may indeed be there .. sometimes one just has to look hard enough, doesn't one Andy ..
Neville 🙂
Believe, and you shall see. 😉
there is a bit of me that actually believes that .. cheers AP 🙂
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