It can’t be said cus I’ve lost my head forgotten more than we’ll ever know when the big package arrived for 

Little Dink 

simply wasn’t enough time to even think wrapped in yellow gold with bright purple bow 

looked more than 173 years old for I knew it must be as today’s 

the day of Little Dink’s birthday 

so there we all sat along the floor 

full of presents galore 

counted ...

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This poem first suggested itself to me while looking at the magnificent mountain scenery of Interlaken in the Bernese Oberland of Switzerland. Beautifully dangerous!

A Mountain Cameo

Silvered by many alpine peaks, an orange sun

reflects, glass-like, off still dawn meltwaters,

a fireball inside a snow-white aural gleam

thrown carelessly into a child's rockpool.

Streaming no r...

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