Down In A Gully Poem by james watkin

Down In A Gully



The most striking likeness
Evening's drowsy
Of one shabby, sagging
In his decline.
Old farmhouse, misting o'er
But tranquilly.
Who's chimney-smoked peak's dream
Scent-traced for pine.

Tuesday, June 8, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,house
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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