Don’t Be Ridiculous
Good God that tree has eyes! Whatever can it be thinking?
I spy a patch of sky. Enough blue to make a sailor a pair of trousers.
Shade is offered but they’re never worn.
Not even if I stood on a chair with a butterfly net- way over my head.
How’s the view from up there?
Straight on till morning. Watch out Wendy!
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Amanda Bird
Amanda has always thought of herself as an armchair traveller, and since early childhood books and stories have provided the portal to other worlds.
Her love of reading sparked a passion for writing and she has been writing stories since... a very long time ago!
She now lives in Hove, and the view allows space for her imagination to roam.
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