Poetry

Earth

Earth From rolling hills to deepest seas, The world turns slow beneath our feet, A tapestry of green and blue, Where life awakes in quiet beat. Mountains stand like ancient stone, Their

Donut

Round and golden, a doughnut delight, Fresh‑fried in the bakery’s warm light, Its sugary glaze catches the sun, A sweet, soft spiral, bite after bite. From jam‑filled centres to chocolate‑kissed tops, Each ring

Kazoo

A humble kazoo, of tin and thin membrane, Whispers a buzz where song would claim, With just a hum, a breath, a sigh— It turns our voice to comic sky. In pubs

Ranch

On the soft‑hued hills of Somerset’s green, A ranch lies still beneath the wide‑blue sky, Where cattle drift in quiet, steady sheen, And lorries hum a low, contented sigh. The farmhouse stands

Strap

A humble strap of leather, Looping tight around the wrist, Binding watch to pulse, A quiet promise kept. It pulls the day together, Like a seam in well‑worn cloth, Holding moments close, Until the clasp

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