Our little town’s rich with poetry!
Today, so many people crammed in,
the bookshop nearly burst its walls.
We in the audience responded fully
to the words read aloud: laughed
together at some, fell deeply silent
in the aftermath of others. Poetry
moves us, fills us, reminds us
who we are.
‘So much art!’ said my son
and his partner on a visit, after walking
around, looking in shop windows. ‘And
crystals and complementary therapists!
This isn’t your average country town.’
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