I’m not asking for an Indian summer
In September, October – too late...
I wanted my summer with strawberries
And daisies and Pimms
And picnics and sunshine in June
Not with bombs, foot and mouth and monsoons
©cih07, 13.08.07
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.