Within the hedge
I see you move,
heart beating fast
but where you love.
Now, don't mind me,
just what you see,
from day to day.
Don't fly away
Sparrow, sparrow,
Time's winged arrow;
we're sharing space
and sharing time;
what's yours is yours
what's mine is mine.
I see you sit
upon my chair,
and then you flit
as I come there,
by apple tree
ceremony,
back to the hedge -
take off your edge
Sparrow, sparrow,
Time's winged arrow;
we're sharing space
and sharing time;
what's yours is yours
what's mine is mine.
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Lunk: There; a little ditty for you.
YOU ARE READING
Keep The Home Fires Burning
PoetryA poetry Collection. Now Lunk has taken to his bed, swearing not to write one more word about C, and muttering 'bloody garden', it behoves (Love that word, don't you?) me (and Anima) to fill out his shoes, with soil and flower seed. So we will be 'e...
