I walked by soft-blossomed hedgerows and pink-soiled fields,
Where once I lifted straw bales under scorching summer sun,
Watched by scornful crows and sentinel clouds drifting
Across evening's azure skies, detached from the world beneath.
Later, we drank and ate and shared our stories, laughing and
Listening to music as we wondered when it would all end;
And, as I left under starlight, I felt a familiar sadness fall.
19th April 2015
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
