Danny Kemp the authour
has a beautiful new garden shed,
designed for quiet writing with windows
allowing in truck loads of glorious,
inspiring light to stir creative dreaming writing,
a tidy gardenscape is Danny's view;
Terence Craddock the poet
has an old dusty creepy, dirty time worn shed,
falling apart with holes in the wall worthless
relic junk inherited with the house purchase,
better I write in my bedroom for a garden view,
or at night in the kitchen for a better light;
if staying up writing late into the night,
better Terence stays out of his old dusty shed
or he will be sick in bed with a woeful head;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem