Late Autumnal stroll
Through new aisles of falling leaves
Go these oldyweds.
Wednesday, 26 September 2018
STICKLEBACK
I remember all the things we did
So very long ago,
But ask me where I've left my keys
I'll tell you I don't know.
I look up at the old jam jar
My nan had on her shelf.
Once filled with wriggling stickleback
I caught all by myself.
The fish are gone
The key remains
My mind's ajar
Again and again.
Stephen Kerr September 26 2018
So very long ago,
But ask me where I've left my keys
I'll tell you I don't know.
I look up at the old jam jar
My nan had on her shelf.
Once filled with wriggling stickleback
I caught all by myself.
The fish are gone
The key remains
My mind's ajar
Again and again.
Stephen Kerr September 26 2018
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