Uncle Bunt

4 Dec

Shillings jangling

and Rover at his side,

Uncle Bunt

shouldered his ladders

and whistled as

he cleaned the windows,

all along the Lane;

while, in his

greenhouse, huge

tomatoes

bloomed,

in the paraffin

warmth of his

tender care.

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