It was so serene
At the final slope of plains
The camp could be seen
Nothing could've been as sweet
Riding all day
Exhaustion reached deep
He'd spent his energy
Completely
"ex nihilo nihil fit"
In 35 years I've written more poems than I could ever count. Here are some of them, welcome to my poetry blog.
(Montparnasse cemetery Angel photo courtesy of Jeremy Clifft)
