poems by Rachel Green
he ferns are taking over. Maybe they are tired too?
Or jealous of the space!
You'd have it be short-arsed walker to fit on that.
It was rather low!
A lovely place to perch with a thermos of tea - stretching ones legs out as the ferns tickle your ears.
Heh! I never actually sat down -- the wooden bench was very wet.
I like this one and am, as Gerald points out, short-arsed enough to take full advantage. ;)
*chuckles*It's Ellie-sized!
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he ferns are taking over. Maybe they are tired too?
Or jealous of the space!
You'd have it be short-arsed walker to fit on that.
It was rather low!
A lovely place to perch with a thermos of tea - stretching ones legs out as the ferns tickle your ears.
Heh! I never actually sat down -- the wooden bench was very wet.
I like this one and am, as Gerald points out, short-arsed enough to take full advantage. ;)
*chuckles*
It's Ellie-sized!
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