how I love this
the leaves in the trees
the Jacarandas all around
I listen and see
our feathered friends in the air
their chirps and songs
are everywhere
I love these warm sounds
and the blossoms
on the ground
"As you will learn later, the transformation of the stuff of my world into poetry, is a bit of a mystery to me, as I think it is for many poets.” John Haislip (1925–2011) (Literature and the Sea Conference, 1976)
Annora Eksteen Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, How with this rage shall b...
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