20 May 2009

clipper


The old man looked up through the branches of the sycamore which by now, mid-May, was in full sail. 
Just for a moment, he was a lad again, certain he 
could climb the rigging.


3 comments:

  1. really enjoying your blog. Good stuff!

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  2. Wonderful, love the imagery it evokes.

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  3. Lovely. Perhaps we all see different childhood dreams when we look up into a tree. I want to see little doors and windows and tree-people living in them.

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