Friday Afternoon Poem by John Rickell
Friday Afternoon
Not the sort of day for fun
but we found enough of gentle sport
dodging puddles in the park
childish nonsense, for its own sake
never noticed the rain had stopped.
It kept fine from there on,
pearls on Rhododendron blooms
glistened in the evening sun
while late snowdrop and Crocus
sheltered beneath the hazel hedge.
Friday afternoon in March,
a weekend stretched before....
Summertime next week.
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4/25/2024 8:05:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great naturist, it quite good in qualification, the idea is hiden in open purpose, am in love with it