http://slow.writerscafe.org/doxton The original writings of author Darren Oxton en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779793888 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The hours are constant and monotonous, picking away at my head like a crow at a carcass sprawled out on a country lane, tiresome yet 'beautiful' all the same. My mind melts... in fits of overwhelming boredom, like someone prodding, probing, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxton/572947/ Crowded in once moreBeneath a starlit canopy,The towering pines-Constant guardians,I'm at home again in lakeland.Pebbles scour natures floor,A still wind whispers-a sigh?For this earthly place so divine-My own purest gardenWarms souls with an open hand.© Darren Oxton, All rights reserved, 2010&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxton/572946/ It's festive time as I watch the outlineOf a hurricane tearing up the sky,Oh! seeing such a beautiful old bird,Casts my mind back and brings tears to sad eyes,I can see the outline of my father,Splashed bright against the late afternoon sun,He's sat on our yellow Rovers' bonnet,Smiling, asking me if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxton/572942/ A cheerful calm wraps itselfin reams of tranquil delight,reflecting yellow stars whichskip and bound in merriment,to songs of a hot summers night,spinning in circles, gently kissedwith a fresh meadow scent,the soul of a soul whoose lifefeels well spent. The mind tumblesto and fro through many a year.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxton/572939/