The wind whips awaySoft chill on bare fleshEvening – end of the day,Start of something else Gardening it remindsMoonshine it bringsTo a grateful shepherdMiles away from home Night is a quiet companionBut weekends are differentMan and his imagination,The best team ever known Clouds rumble aboveTo unnatural flightsThe sky is very busySo is Berkeley’s night The… Continue reading Berkeley’s Night (Fleet Week)
