MOLESKIN SCRIBBLES

Before I confine my latest travelling moleskin to the back of a deep drawer, I thought you might be interested in what was inside it. Tell me if I’m wrong!

The sun it risesand west it goes

The wind it blows and blows and blows

The rain it fallsand feeds the ground

The grass it grows and grows and grows

The waves they crashand crush the coast

The moon it glows and glows and glows

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As I stop and listenI hear a bird, a cry

The ocean laughter andthe sand at my feet

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