Paul smelt like dog doo
After he mowed the lawn
We don’t have a dog
My fingers are crossed that Paul would never see this post - yikes!
The forest is still
Trailing after fairy’s scent
No path to follow
What is Happiness?
Watching wild geese flying south
A shot gun in hand
Remembering John Lennon's "Happiness is a warm gun."
Tasting the best coffee
Sitting in the wintry cold
My friend is a poet
