I hear the breeze
In the churchyard trees.
Cars pass on the road nearby,
While I
Think on what is true;
The eternal breeze
In the churchyard trees,
Blowing on those who,
Momentarily, pass through.
I hear the breeze
In the churchyard trees.
Cars pass on the road nearby,
While I
Think on what is true;
The eternal breeze
In the churchyard trees,
Blowing on those who,
Momentarily, pass through.
I love this style of poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m delighted you like it.
Best wishes, Kevin