The Land of Grimney - The Illustrated Adventures of Cora Pearl, aged 12

This thought came to me standing in the banks of the river Ehen near a gentle swirling pool where litter gathered as if resting on the journey down river.

Standing under the tree
I watched a leaf flutter down.
It danced on the unseen air and
The breeze flicked it as gently aside
As the Squeezy bottle I saw on the tide.
The leaf floated to its verdant bed
And lay motionless
Among -
Tin cans
Plastic bottles
Bottle tops
Rubber dolls (headless)-
And began its return to the earth
To feed its mother
And another
And another

2010

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Golden girls and boys all must as old tin cans, return to rust.
Apologies to The Bard

Nice work.

ps How dare somebody do that to a Cumbrian river. It's like pi**ing in a font!

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"Never look down on a man unless you're helping him up." Jessie Jackson

'Unto rust they shall return' may be an appropriate sentiment.
A thought...
So often today local urinals close at 5-30 so sometimes pi**ing in a font is the only option open to the man or woman about town. Cumbrian rivers remain unconcerned!!

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