Fae

The raggity aggity
fence and gate
Blown by the wind
and far from straight
Higgledee piggledee
up into
The forest trees
of every hue
Parasols
their yellow brown scales
A delicacy
that never fails
Over the hills
and far away
To a land
that is just called
FAE

Written in the ashridge forest
Looking at an old house with a run down fence

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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