The morning they are going to Glasto

Posted on September 24, 2022 by Rex Tyler

A wedge wood blue sky
With scuffs from those jets
All spraying on high
Still is the morning
The leaves in a trance
Nothing much moving
Just a slow dance
Perhaps before a storm
One can never tell
Rustle and bustle
The day we know well

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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