Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Some Times

Picture by S Clarkson

Lazy days and sunshine rays
Can move mountains in your head
Farmyard fields abundant yields
Long nights on feather beds

Village ties and sad goodbyes
Sensing loss beyond the day
When promises gave leave to go
To meet again along the way

So many paths unbeaten
Untold stories not yet heard
Looking back recalling
Every simmering cauldron word

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