Sunday 9 February 2003

WALKABOUTSVERSE 191 OF 230

Poem 191 of 230:  WEATHERED PIPES…SOMEWHERE? - WINTER 2001/2

As we spun slowly through a warmer winter-night,
    Some birds sung sweetly - out of my sight;
And then, finally returned to the waiting Sun,
    The turned bathtub-taps soon ceased to run!

(C) David Franks 2003

Cruddas Park flat, Newcastle;25/9/07