211 June 18, 2021June 17, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings He was a flash in the pan Never took a break Mind turned to mush Like a milkshake Always full speed Crunch Crunch Buzz saw Cut down the trees Now Sits every day on his worn chair Wondering How did it all disappear? Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Like Loading... Related
The Hermit Poet's Ramblings 
How we play with Nature and then wonder at the disappearance! This is powerful