Standing
tall, sentinel,
upon morning’s rising
light, reflected o’er his wat’ry
domain.
.
A cinquain for the morning inspired by the proud-looking goose I passed along the canal on my way into work.
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Standing
tall, sentinel,
upon morning’s rising
light, reflected o’er his wat’ry
domain.
.
A cinquain for the morning inspired by the proud-looking goose I passed along the canal on my way into work.
"5 minute walks"
food, beauty, happiness.
A sailboat, a couple, and their little dog too.
Where your words matter.
Poems | England | Staffordshire | East Anglia | Northern Ireland | Nearing the end of the marathon that is The Needwood Poems.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
The road to the forum is paved with good intentions.
Mostly unfinished stories primarily produced as a direct result of my association with the OC Writers Guild
A Clairvoyant Journey. One Life. One Quest. Find the Truth.
My Great Aunt Norah's wartime diaries, 1938-1948
fitting somewhere between family and fiction
Confessions of a Grammar Ghoul
Photography
I see him! What a lovely vision.
Oh I’m glad! Thanks 🙂
I knew I wasn’t the only sentinel up that early. Salute you.
Thank you! The early bird, um, sees all the birds!