Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
the soft rhythms of summer, the body working slowly.xoerin
a little work, a little play, that's summer! nice feeling in this piece.
Oh, those things shoved at the back of sheds. I love summer paint-flecks!
... oh, the clean up job come next summer! Nicely written.
Neatly encapsulating the end of summer. Well done.
quite nostalgic. Thank you.
Some summers are not all that relaxed, but they are still fun!
I love visiting here - always full of wonderful words and thoughts.Anna :o]
This certainly is my summer debris.
Really liked this piece. A lotpacked into a few lines; alwaysthe sign of clarity and brevity.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.