To the caravanA Poem by Jon Cronshawa little poem about travelling
On the edge or in the fold,
A place that can’t be read, A’s and B’s and blues and greens, To a staple they are led. © 2012 Jon CronshawAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJon CronshawLeeds, United KingdomAboutI am a Leeds-based author and freelance writer. I write stories, poems and articles, and run an arts website called artfist.org. I am severely visually impaired and have a PhD in the History of Art, .. more..Writing
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