Keith Hunter
Thanks to having a dog foisted upon him, much against his original will, Keith has realised the wonder of nature. He now deeply loves the dog and all animals, the trees and all woods, the light in all weather and nature in all seasons. It is a new love for everything, apart from maybe other people and out of control dogs, that can piss him off!
Keith's pomes (not a spelling mistake!) are visual, imaginative and utterly enthralling. Take a read and have a look at the gallery below.
Pomes
Thistle Faeries and Spider Silk
Lyrics
The Crows Are Coming Home
