Treasure Island

Craig Anderson

(21st February 1959 / Hereford England.)

Hi Poets.


I've lost the will to write lately
For no reason whatsoever
We think we can churn this stuff out endlessly
But alas I'm not that clever.

So I'm catching up on your work
Reading what you have wrote
So coffee in hand and listening to my favourite band
So I start to rate and comment as I take off my coat.

I don't worry about fame anymore
But just the respect from my peers
Poemhunter has some great ones around
And that's all I want some thanks with a few beers!

Submitted: Saturday, February 15, 2014

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  • Elena Sandu (2/27/2014 7:52:00 PM)

    Great to see you back dear poet! No worries for fame indeed, I see your pen dance as usually, creating fine beautiful and truthful lines! (Report) Reply

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