hunkered down
in Gower dunes
on a stepping stile
of wind-blown wood
we sat
either / side
this wire fence
eating soup
and sandwiches
and remnants
of Christmas cake
with flying sand particles
that tinkled
tiny whispers
on our Gortex backs
from last year
to this year
or so it seemed
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Beautiful poem.It reminds me of so many conversations I had with my friend while growing up, near our backyard fence.
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Hi and thank you for leaving such a lovely comment. I’m so pleased my poem brought back such fond memories for you. If only we could go back and relive some of them – only the good ones of course. Now wouldn’t that be something! Happy New Year to you. Colin.
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Thanks for the wishes.We can’t really go back that why we have memories.
Read somewhere, our bodies are time machine, memories takes us back and dreams into the future
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wishful thinking either way perhaps! Whichever way we look – back, forward or taking sideways glances – let’s try and be positive. That’s how I will be as I head into this uncertain new year 🙂
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