Come and walk with me
near these still waters
We’ll gaze through ancient stone
And touch the rough pillars of the bridge
And think of times we had
Under blanket skies
Thick with rolling cloud
When the water was cool, and deep.

Way back,
When time was green.



More of the same on my Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest pages.

You might also like some other poem-ish stuff I wrote like:

Night Prayer

A bird, a birthday


Not for you? Funny stuff with more rude words here:

Shithouse crap caravan or Family Camping: What we learned



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