long lie-in
after a nightmare-filled night
impatient dogs
© Rachel Green September 2024
At the bottom of the orchard
was a damson tree
where Dad put up a tyre swing
and we used it a lot
until Kevin (poor Kevin)
fell from the topmost branch.
No broken bones:
his fall was softened by foliage
at the base of the tree:
a luscious growth of nettles
and he ran home, crying.
© Rachel Green September 2024
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