Robert Tomlinson Poems

DONKEY DAYS ON THE BEACH


Donkey-man, donkey-man, where shall be go?
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OLD JOE ached his way around the park,
Blessed by the sun,
Blasted by his gammy leg,
Cheered by Border Terrier Bert
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Summer's tennis ball becomes
An autumn toy for Yorkyhuahua,
Racing for her life it seems,
Tracking every bump and glide,
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On reaching three score year and ten, a high, fair land,
Sweet reason hails you loud, come see your stock,
How so you've reached this peak with some in hand,
So often mocked.
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Could one shrink one's thinking down into a single dot?
Concentrate, distil, reduce each strand,
Each corpuscle of intellect so it would fit,
Perhaps, on a pin's head, which then,
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