When I last passed
This way
I recall no wall
Of wild wet flowers.
That bloom
In May
In the summertime
Flowers will bloom
Still. But in wintertime
Who will recall
This rain-kissed wall
Of springtime and rhyme.
When I last passed
This way
I recall no wall
Of wild wet flowers.
That bloom
In May
In the summertime
Flowers will bloom
Still. But in wintertime
Who will recall
This rain-kissed wall
Of springtime and rhyme.
What a lovely poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne.
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Many thanks for kindly sharing my poem, Michael.
It’s provoking so many thoughts! Well penned, Kevin! Have a beautiful weekend. Maybe with less rain, and a lot of sun. xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m so pleased you enjoyed reading my poem. You also, have a good weekend. Its not a bad weekend here in London, with only a 25 percent chance of rain today and Sunday. Best wishes, Kevin