Where Old Fliers Come to Roost

Poem of the Month

Ancient Eagle Press

August 2016

Summer is here, and I am not.  As the temperatures hit triple digits I preloaded this poem to be posted 1 Aug, and hit the road in search of winter.  If all is going according to plan I am currently as far off the grid as a person can be.  Later in August I will be back with a new set of pictures for your viewing pleasure and perhaps some inspiration for the next book...if I don't get eaten by an anaconda.  Therewith, from 2015's There's Poo On My Shoe, our August Poem of the Month: 


Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff.   Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.