three score years and ten
and a further nineteen
is that really me?
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evening on the loch
much quieter now that the geese
have taken their leave
and a further nineteen
is that really me?
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a pair of trousers
on the frozen washing line
stand at attention
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from start to finish
Saturday's game is replayed
in the old men's hut
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evening on the loch
much quieter now that the geese
have taken their leave
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a caterpillar
slowly climbs the blade of grass
then slowly back down
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clinging to the wall
every ivy leaf shivers
in the angry wind
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twisted roots criss-cross
the forest floor - overhead
branches entwining
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taking a short cut
the squirrel hurries home
on the phone wire
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day in day out
the caged bird and the goldfish
side by side
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silence in the lift
then the door opens - freeing
us and our tongues
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the squirrel hurries home
on the phone wire
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