Balderdash

Thursday, March 12th, 2009


Licking stamps eyes closed wide

Holding hands a winters tide

Cealing kisses an envelope torn

And doth returns the summers mourn


Fussy, would he is he can?

Holding hands when all began

Crossing roads an intersect, scorn

And lovers cry together reborn


A smile a glance a passing face

A flowers petals stripped of lace

Warmer softly into began

And tossled sepals a trickle ran


A smile so soft a rushing glow

A lovers charm a pause, you know

Happy, nothing but hands hold warm

And so returns a summers morn

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Peter
Peter Donegan is 34 years of age and lives in the small rural village of Ballyboughal, North County Dublin. An award winning gardener, Peter is also a horticulturalist, blogger, writer, talker and human. He currently writes, podcasts and talks all things green over at the blog on doneganlandscaping.com and continues to do all things garden related for Peter Donegan Landscaping Ltd which he established in 2001. Peter can be contacted via info[at]doneganlandscaping[dot]com
  1. Sinead
    March 12, 2009 at 8:54 pm

    Wow Peter. This is lovely. Poetry on Culch? I like it. A lot.

    “a lovers charm a pause, you know” adore this.

  2. Peter
    March 12, 2009 at 9:25 pm

    i like trees :)
    i like you :lol:

  3. Rick O'Shea
    March 12, 2009 at 10:48 pm

    I highly, HIGHLY approve of this ;-)

  4. Peter
    March 13, 2009 at 3:04 pm

    tips his cap thanks the gentleman kindly

  5. Jentertainment
    March 13, 2009 at 4:44 pm

    I really enjoyed this. Thanks P.

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