tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219820097178412125.post223028355474983822..comments2023-10-29T09:38:46.485+00:00Comments on moongoole: TUESDAY 22nd SEPTEMBER 2009.iangoolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295472586704307249noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219820097178412125.post-40102055761971426052009-09-29T02:39:10.502+01:002009-09-29T02:39:10.502+01:00The sun's drummer boys had beaten all the heat...The sun's drummer boys had beaten all the heat from the beach. Nice. Almost says it all. You're making me all the more conscious of this whirling change of seasons. & there's a strange sorrow in our movement. Always. It's like a benediction over the fallen season, another season's ghost consigned to wander the hallways... Yes. I think I like the last stanza most. It could stand alone. The last stanza packs a punch, a kind of matter of fact finality. Not even an echojimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06204098024321247229noreply@blogger.com