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Andrew Lansdown: Two Poems

Andrew Lansdown

Apr 01 2016

1 mins

 

The Pleasure

 

It is my pleasure,

the pleasure

 

I give to the chooks

as I toss the scraps

 

and watch the scrapes

and scraps erupt

 

between them as

with clucks and pecks

 

and quick scratchings

and wild flappings

 

they wolf down

without snivelling

 

the sops from our tea.

                       Andrew Lansdown

 

 

 

Dip

 

A little dip

in the broad rim

 

directs the brim-

ming rainwater

 

where to over-

flow, gliding slow

 

or quick in drib-

ble, drip or drop,

 

from the wide cup

of the level-

 

standing garden

granite basin.

                          Andrew Lansdown

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