Out of the courtup the streetthe roofs all shining greyin the grey dawnplodding along theblack dusty roadthe groaning of the pit-engine Soon the road grew whiteat the wall’s foot grewlong grass and gay flowersdrenched with dewthe skylark saying his matinsthe pit-bird warbling in the sedges © Andrew Wilson, 2023 This is a found poem with … Continue reading Evolution – Found Poetry 2