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A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

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Great grey belly porker,

toothy yawning slug,

cow-nosed submarine,

giant in the mud,

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Frost spins white lines

on the lawn,

grass turns glass-like,

crisp crackle-snap

underfoot.

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

It tastes of high clouds

  of crisp cold

     of twilight

 

It tastes of autumn leaves

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Trees are good at what they do,

at being oak or beech or yew.

 

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

If you think the tooth fairy has it tough

spare a thought for the Finger Nail Pixie

A F Harrold
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

If you open up my skull

  You won’t see a brain in there,

underneath the skin and bone

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Don’t mock

the humble sock.

 

Even a sock that’s old

will keep you from feeling cold.

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Shirley was six when her teeth started to fall out.

Her big brother, Ben, told her not to worry.

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

I remembered how I used to play with my mum.

As a kid, in the kitchen, we would bake together.