My thoughts lost on the damp air
Going who knows where.
The sodden grass
I pass
Where children play
but not today.
No ball
or bird call.
Only the rain’s incessant fall.
My thoughts lost on the damp air
Going who knows where.
The sodden grass
I pass
Where children play
but not today.
No ball
or bird call.
Only the rain’s incessant fall.
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One of my earlier poems.
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Thank you for sharing this poem of mine, Michael. Kevin
Another nice one, Kevin! Thank you as well, and have a good day! xx Michael
A lovely poem, Kevin. But I wish for some rain. We’ve not had any for ages and the ground I’d all dry.
Thank you, Vivienne. I agree with you that we do need some rain. Best wishes. Kevin