Poetry Blog by mike booth (unity)
As Trump prototype walls are assessed and my back garden wall remains work in progress, penned this little poem....
Brick by Brick
I got some bricks, cement and sand
With water, trowel, a plotting line.
Thought of how to turn my hand
To leave a symbol of something fine.
I had my patch, could build so tall,
Keep to myself my piece of space.
I could build a monstrous wa...
Thursday 28th December 2017 7:12 pm