R's rue

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Poet I’m a poet I am. I lurk in pubs taking mental notes Or wander about on moorland During thunderstorms Or sit beside rivers in summertime Observing ducklings under yon tree As mellifluous water burbles  On its journey to the sea. When I am feeling bored I wield my quill like a sword. Yes, I’m a poet I am - Seeking inspiration Wherever I might find it See me in the throbbing city Or in the flattened streets of Gaza Or in the throes of love Or drawing images From the well of memory. Meticulously, I polish my lines Occasionally making rhymes. And when my poems are done I bury them in moorland hollows. Yes, my precious treasure Is hidden midst the heather. Words like these together. Folk say I seldom show it But I’m a bona fide poet. from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/ocAnECr