motorways and nature spoiled. (Remove filter)
The Child I Used to Be
Like the child I used to be
In a timeframe, that hadn’t altered.
I meandered through the meadow
Knee high in grass, buttercups
Nodding as I pass, their
Tall and stately faces upturned seeking the sun.
The hedgerows heavy with blossom.
Their distinctive perfume
Drifted by me, on the breeze.
The sun warmed my face.
The soft fragrant breeze
Toyed w...
Monday 19th July 2010 5:52 pm
Recent Comments
7eVen on SWINGING
6 hours ago
John Coopey on LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY I PUT IT TO YOU......
8 hours ago
David RL Moore on Gun in the fridge
8 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on A worthy praising
9 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on Gun in the fridge
9 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY I PUT IT TO YOU......
9 hours ago
John Marks on Radix malorum est cupiditas
9 hours ago
David RL Moore on The Evolution Within
10 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Radix malorum est cupiditas
12 hours ago
Jon on New Life
13 hours ago