The leaves are turning brown
they’re falling on the ground
autumn has come around
the mushrooms are rising.
The missiles are off the ground
the bombs are raining down
there goes another town
the mushrooms are rising.
My poetry and mysterious and strange happenings
The leaves are turning brown
they’re falling on the ground
autumn has come around
the mushrooms are rising.
The missiles are off the ground
the bombs are raining down
there goes another town
the mushrooms are rising.
Hi. I am a retired builder. Born in 1954. My interests are: motorcycling, cycling, woodworking, wood carving, visiting countryside, reading, writing poetry, short stories, writing mystery and of course my new interest is blogging. View more posts