By Martin Avery
A poem should begin in delight,
they say, and end in wisdom. Yes,
wisdom follows delight like
Night follows day. In Dorset,
the night sky is darkest and the
nights are longest in the wintertime.
All the rest of the time it is
hot hot hot, just like Jamaica, but it’s
not not not so well advertised and
I’ll tell no lies…
Sideroads of Muskoka 