My Northern roots knocked off their keel
I’m in a place where rain is rare
And palm trees sway in balmy air.
Outside is where it’s at - most days
Awnings save us from sun’s rays
Polished wooden benches shine
Inviting us to take our time…
Today’s short walk to local shop
I wonder what makes Blackwood rock…
The car parks all have empty spaces
Shoppers all have smiling faces.
On my way, what do I see?
A knitted ‘bark” round pavement tree!
A use for spare wool I’d not seen
I muse – who was the knitting queen?
It reaches high and furls the branches
I’m not sure it the tree enhances
But as an expression of wool art
Its fading splendour warms my heart!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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