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This is a lovely poem Bill. I love the range of your poetry, different subjects, different styles. This is so different from The Thrill of it All, Umbilicus and Pecking Order for instance.
Hi Bill-Jim here
I like your poem’ A walk in the wood at sunset’.I go for a walk across from my house in the woods every evening. You’ve taken the words out of my head , but put them in a better way.
I love the lines ‘As the light fades,I feel afraid yet strangely alert’ ‘And I know the electric thrill of freedom’. Great stuff Bill,some great lines throughout the poem.
jim
Thanks Jim,
I real appreciate your comments and I’m pleased you enjoyed the poem.
I’ve been reading your recent poems and I love the one about the kite coming to a sticky end – a grim warning about the dangers of plastic pollution indeed!
Cheers,
Bill