Michael Edwards

INTO THE SUN


The rising wind blew fresh to shore


water hid the soft white sand


that fringed the lonely arid land


the land of many shades of green


Its hills and vales as yet unseen


in consort with an ailing star

Comments3

  • valene

    pickled eggs to me sound yucky
    if you trodden on them aren't your feet mucky?!

  • Michael Edwards

    Yes mucky feet its all that mayo
    heigh ho, heigh ho, heigh ho, heigh ho.

  • P.H.Rose

    To return but once in a velvet moon



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