The frost monkeys warm themselves.
Light sparkles the snow.
This is a collection of the poetry of Troy Camplin. As each poem is always a work in progress, comments and criticisms will be taken into consideration, and changes, perhaps, made.
A man sits and thinks
Seeing what we cannot see
Understanding what
We can't understand
Knowing the unknowable
We see he's insane
He's a fool because
He sees, he understands, he
Knows what we wish not