Climbing the oak boughs, low boughs we straddle,
a kite to untangle, a birds nest to raid,
shoes tied at the laces and flung up to tangle
bright blankets we stretch and peg to the branches
all at sea we are
all at sea
all adrift we are
you and me
Saturday, 13 December 2008
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