Frost

Posted on May 31, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Yes jack’s gone on his holidays
And blossoms search the sky
Soon replaced by fruiting bodies
The feathered minstrels ply
The striped tinnabulation
The pollen gatherers they
Striving to find nectar
As a means of extra pay

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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