Short Story Verse Commentary

<p><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><em>Pink blossom daubed an avenue of cherry trees caught in still air; near silence save for a buzz of spring bees. This yes I remember this from that visit to Broadhurst Abbey. It all began with that good feeling of being alive to nature's resplendent new life. I later promised Brother Patrick not to divulge my experiences at the Abbey but ...</em></p><p class=ql-align-right><strong>Venue for a Delegation</strong></p><p class=ql-align-right><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><em>He ran back along the wooden dock in open necked check shirt best go ashore jeans and polished brown shoes...</em></p><p class=ql-align-center><em>'Captain Captain' he called out...</em></p><p class=ql-align-center><em>'What is it Bosun?'</em></p><p class=ql-align-center><em>'They're not coming back.'</em></p><p class=ql-align-center><em>'Do you want to stay then?'</em></p><p class=ql-align-center><em>'No Captain but they won't leave the bar!'</em></p><p class=ql-align-center><em>'Well you'd better get on board then.'</em></p><p class=ql-align-right><strong>Winter in New Jersey</strong></p><p><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><em>Gentle waves trickle tumble tease dry sand....</em></p><p class=ql-align-center><em>Wind tidal flow fearsome rise and fall contrasts</em></p><p class=ql-align-center><em>ray rippled sun dance cross quiet scene.</em></p><p class=ql-align-right><strong>Waves - verse</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Entertaining and horizon-expanding short stories poems and observations.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>