It Was Cold On Eureka. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard
It Was Cold On Eureka.
It was cold on Eureka Creek at six
When the dogs woke.. bloody cold
5 or 6 degrees is a bit nippy
For this tropically spoilt boy.
But it was beautiful, quiet, fragrant
Full of life. So with the fire stoked and
A coffee in hand, well it gets no better
Five days flew past like the
Grey Heron that came down to the
Creek to fish.I threw on a flanny and
Sat in the creek bed and I learnt lots.
(Aflanny is a warm shirt)
Well executed. Impressive lines for me as follows.... 5 or 6 degrees is a bit nippy For this tropically spoilt boy. But it was beautiful, quiet, fragrant Full of life. So with the fire stoked and A coffee in hand, ...... Beautiful poem.10.
Kumarmani I thank you indeed for reading and your comments my friend... Cheers Geoffrey.
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5/5/2024 12:48:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well described as always, Geoffrey.
Thank you John. Beautiful country, great few days.....Cheers Geoffrey.