Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Thanks for the peek into the past!
I can see the novices gearing up! Cool! Tired Monk can maybe coach??
Nothing like the smell of sweat looming from those bags...
Honey and sweat. Two contrasting smells. Interesting.
Reminded me of my cross-country running kit after a hard day in the mud!V. good poem.
Yes, sunlight and August breeze would indeed help. LOL.
I'd agree - if that's sunlight soap before the Autumn breeze bit! Great poem...
....ah the smell of glory....love this Ollie!:-)
Yes, sports do weave their magic! Come back huh...guess the Monk isn't so tired ;DI loved your imagery...Well Done~
Old Ollie,It is good to know that Tired old monk, is still athletic and sporty.I'm sure he can find the path to the laundry room!!!Best wishes, Eileen
Oh I do like this one--that old gear smell! Glad you are considering a come-back! This one made me smile.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.