Is published by Dream Well Writing. So many thanks to Mel Wardle Woodend.
The Buzzard
Remember those late afternoon trips
to the beach? You would almost
always spot a bird of prey
hovering, watching, before diving
The day I recall is a buzzard
hanging in the sky. You pointed
and we chorused ”where? where?”
clambering around the car to see
You pointing, and still driving
Always calm, you gifted nature
to me
This anthology is in aid of the Alzheimer’s Society, on the 25th anniversary