Chris And Alice Poem by Clive Blake
Chris And Alice
My name is Chris,
Her name is Alice,
We're cocooned in
A plantastic palace,
While balanced on
The woodlands eaves,
We banquet on
What others leaves,
We're pillers of
Socie-eat-he
We pay our debts
And dine for free,
But our sights are set
Up in the sky,
For we've been promised
One day we'll fly!
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: butterflies,nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem and image comes from the ‘Phoetry Book': ‘View Points and Points of View'.The photograph is by Chris Robbins.The audio is of the poet reading the poem, recorded by Steve Nunn of Cornmill Studios.This poem can be found + photograph + audio, on a free to download iPhone/iPad App called ‘Phoetry1Free' produced by Ross Blewett.Permissions: I am happy for any individual, library or educational establishments to use this poem, as long as I am credited as its author and it is not used in any commercial way. This same permission goes for all of my poetry.
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