Farmyard Antics 78 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 78



I strolled into a farmyard
Underneath a cloudless sky
With bats emitting sonic sounds
Like music as they fly
They flew around so frantically
I thought they'd all collide
So I ran into a nearby barn
And spent the night inside

Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,fun,nature
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