Crazy Goose, Crazy Goose Where have you been It’s been a while Since you were last seen
Oh Crazy Goose, Crazy Goose Back in your usual spot Outside that bank How much money have you got?
Oh Crazy Goose, Crazy Goose In the doorway you look Is it your reflection You think that looks good?
Crazy Goose, Crazy Goose Maybe you think it’s a friend Your madder than the locals They’re all round the bend
Crazy goose, Crazy Goose Mad you may be But lonely I think Who can’t fly away free?
** I don’t usually put pictures in my poetry or stories as I believe the imagination makes better images than I can put up. Everyone has different ideas and images to words that are written down and they conjure up images in themselves. They are their own power, but I thought this Goose both funny and sad ‘waiting’ outside a bank weekends and weekday nights.
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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