SMUDGE POTS

Posted on September 26, 2025 by | 2 Comments

We kept relics in the garden
to remind us of the sentries at night
surrounding orchards of oranges

their fire-red caps lit,
smokestacks glowing, chugging
diesel to keep the freeze out.

A black cloud hung low
in the mornings over Exeter,
white diaphanous curtains gray,

suet under grammar school noses
to save the crop of gold
the town depended on in the old days.

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2 responses to “SMUDGE POTS”

  1. jegrant47's avatar jegrant47 | September 27, 2025 at 4:30 am | Reply

    One of your best  ever……A to Z ……prespectiveSent from my iPad

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Laurie and Greg's avatar Laurie and Greg | September 27, 2025 at 4:00 pm | Reply

    Sure brings back those olden days!

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