At The Equator Poem by james watkin

At The Equator



Point on a spinning globe
Which the Earth-world is
Richest dyed. Duller runs off
Each side, north, south of.

As first, of painter held
Paint tin, thereover
Then with a splash of colour
Spilling, does favour.

Sunday, March 12, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: tropics
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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