ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

LONELY

a rondelet




Through open doors
he saw the wet and windy day.
Through open doors.

He heard laughter upon the moors -
smiling puddles begged kids to play.
The empty evening stretched away,
through open doors.



Maureen Clifford © 11/10

Very nice Maureen K.

I like that Maureen. I think that you have dealt with the subject of lonliness before, this one is very very good.



Neville.