Treasure Island

Francesca Johnson

(I'm a metal tiger - there's your clue / Europe)

A pure white poem and empty shops


I asked a dog-walker for the short cut
to the local centre shop.
She told me 'Walk to the village green
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  • Alison Cassidy (4/10/2009 3:34:00 AM)

    A rhythmical journey into a white and woolly day. When things are in short supply we're usually able to put scratch together something to get us by. Sadly in much of the world a spot of pasta and tinned tomatoes just aren't an option. An interesting poem with a compassionate heart. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Original Unknown Girl (2/9/2009 9:03:00 AM)

    What a lovely poem and a wonderful scene you painted here. I enjoyed it. Isn't the blanket of white just such a marvellous spectacle to admire? (Except of course when you need to get anywhere!) . Hope you're well Fran. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

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