Coach journey
by 
Barlow
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Posted: Sunday, July 10, 2005 Word Count: 49 Summary: Returning from Cornwall recently, it was really foggy at first but these 4 haiku (word pictures?)came into my mind |
Mist matches my mood;
Shrouding landscape in grey gloom,
Masking what is real.
Trees loom from the mist,
Reminding me of their role
Keeping us alive.
In Bristol's dockyards,
Derricks stab the sullen sky,
Forming strange sail shapes.
Beside the M5
Stands a naked wooden man
Staring into space.
Shrouding landscape in grey gloom,
Masking what is real.
Trees loom from the mist,
Reminding me of their role
Keeping us alive.
In Bristol's dockyards,
Derricks stab the sullen sky,
Forming strange sail shapes.
Beside the M5
Stands a naked wooden man
Staring into space.