Dear Ostrich.
There’s a maverick spirit abroad
It’s gingering our convictions and woes.
Indian summer blip or permanent state?
Don’t lie and wait
grasp time’s double edged sword.
By Ruth Thompson
Here’s a poem.
Dear Ostrich.
There’s a maverick spirit abroad
It’s gingering our convictions and woes.
Indian summer blip or permanent state?
Don’t lie and wait
grasp time’s double edged sword.
By Ruth Thompson
Transition Tynedale 