A Man From Wangaratta
I met a man from Wangaratta,
Who really loved to chitter-chatter.
He spoke to me of many things,
Pumpkins, pirates, angel wings.
We sat upon a park bench talking,
While in the trees some crows sat squawking.
Stories shared with words of wonder,
Trinkets, treasures, threats and thunder.
He bid farewell and off he strode,
Tipping his hat as he hit the road.
Alan j Wright