There had been jonquils. And this tether. At its end
had been the bullock we referred to as Mild Bill.
‘I call myself,’ he said, ‘Gallop O’Hara.’
Which made sense. But not to us. The jonquils died.
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Love the photo and the poem. Such a whimsical Alan way to start the day.
Thanks Elise,
It all seemed, and the bull was, real at the moment:-)