PIGS OF THE SKY
A little poem in honour of my late Dad who raced pigeons as a child, with his dad, and then bred medal winning show pigeons when I was a child
A little poem in honour of my late Dad who raced pigeons as a child, with his dad, and then bred medal winning show pigeons when I was a child
Occasionally, I am inspired to write a poem. This one came to me at Porthallow Cove in Cornwall when I was sitting and listening to the waves on the rocks, while a gentle breeze wafted around me.
This short piece earned me a runner-up place in a Writer’s Forum Flash Fiction competition.