One of my earlier poems.
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.
One of my earlier poems.
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.
The rhyme scheme works very well in this one.
Thank you, Liz. I’m delighted you like my poem.
Best wishes. Kevin
You’re welcome, Kevin.