Jackhammer

Jackhammer

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder

I hear a jackhammer
way up in the oak,
And it’s March.
It must mean one thing;
There’s a woodpecker
Peckish for a poke.

© 2019 Maxwell Ryder


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LOL, you made me laugh Maxwell. Enjoyed this clever, fun short write.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Maxwell Ryder

5 Years Ago

Oh, why thank you, Dawn! Have a great weekend.
Onlyme

5 Years Ago

My pleasure Maxwell, have a great weekend also. And thank you. Hugs. Dawn.
Short, witty and literally to the ornithological point! Gave me a smile on this dreary, wet March Friday in middle England.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Maxwell Ryder

5 Years Ago

Lucky man. I love Andalucia. Been so many times. Whereabouts?
John Alexander McFadyen

5 Years Ago

Calpe, between Valencia and Alicante.
Maxwell Ryder

5 Years Ago

Also a great place. I did my year abroad studies up the coast in Castellon. Was down there for some .. read more

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