Five o-clock In these Italian hills The birds hide in the mountain oaks A cuckoo calls high upon A distant wire We reach for the binoculars But the rogue’s gone Hans says Now we’ll have to wait an hour For another
I certainly DO like sneezing! And I hope by the excited manner in which you posted on my blog you like to as well!? Sneezing is wonderful fun! Except after...when you get snotty. :)
Gladys Millhammer was not in the mood To stand waiting for the silly birds Disguntled, shuffling, checking her watch She missed the melodic grossbills words.
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These are from a holiday in Italy a couple of years ago. I've a feeling I've posted this one before. Apologies if I have.
Life's all about a happy marriage of providence and opportunity.
I have a sheep clock in the hall but it's scared of the dog so it sneeks the hour.
Hi, Sue. Welcome to blogging. Like your poems BTW.
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italy...i just saw from one of diane lane's movie and yet i find the place enchanting.
Ah, lovely indeed. And you can't go wrong with a name like HANS in a poem ;).
I certainly DO like sneezing! And I hope by the excited manner in which you posted on my blog you like to as well!? Sneezing is wonderful fun! Except after...when you get snotty. :)
Gladys Millhammer was not in the mood
To stand waiting for the silly birds
Disguntled, shuffling, checking her watch
She missed the melodic grossbills
words.
Sorry, Roger... Gladys kept hitting the remote, thinking her electric car would come an fetch 'er!
Gee Whiz on the horizon?
Thanks glad you like them,
glad it worked
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