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.
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K Morris - Poet 
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.