The tree became sick
When the wind became raw.
And when snow lay thick,
It was sicker more.
When the wind became raw.
And when snow lay thick,
It was sicker more.
Community Voice Musings 2003-2008
An anthology of my Musings columns in The Community Voice
Its great being a poet, isn't it, Ted?
About Me
- Peter Goulding
- Castaheany, Dublin, Ireland
- I work in a warehouse which as you can imagine is very stimulating. I follow Shelbourne FC and football in general. Happily married for over 20 years to Monica with two great no-longer kids, Louise and Neil. I mainly write humorous verse but have written serious verse, a book of essays, a novel and a biography. But still can't put up a shelf.
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