poems by Rachel Green
I like the curving of the border. Gives an unexpected softness to the subject.
Reminds me of a cemetery I pass on the way to my brother's. It's surrounded by farmland and looks so lonely. I often think of how lonely the occupants are out there in the middle of nowhere. I suppose at least it's quiet. No neighbours to disturb their rest.
Just the crowsbickeringin the trees
It's good to look back at the gate and I too love those arched sides to the joiner. xx
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I like the curving of the border. Gives an unexpected softness to the subject.
Reminds me of a cemetery I pass on the way to my brother's. It's surrounded by farmland and looks so lonely.
I often think of how lonely the occupants are out there in the middle of nowhere. I suppose at least it's quiet. No neighbours to disturb their rest.
Just the crows
bickering
in the trees
It's good to look back at the gate and I too love those arched sides to the joiner. xx
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