Poppy Seeds
I was really
Doing nothing then she was there
Walking by my side wild flowers in her hair
I told her of
The lives I’ve led of yesterdays that
Made her laugh and tales of a paradise that was
She told me of a land of dreams
Of a kingdom built on poppy seeds
Where it never rains and the flowers never die
Somewhere
Way above the clouds
And maybe just a little to the right
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Author:
Neville (
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A fine write Neville. Yep, someone wanted to know the way to Mars. I said 'Take the No.11 bus; get off at the third cloud on your right; the bus destination indicator will say 'Cuckoo Land'. lol.
Ah' Orchidee... that bloomin bus.... you could be the conductor ya now..... the frightening conductor ... that made me chuckle when I thought of it....... thanks for taking a peek and checking out the route for me..... Neville
A dream of a meeting with love lost and remembered - - - such a thing can happen when we walk amid poppy fields but no-one puts it better than thee...........
If my memory serves me correctly, this was one of those chance encounters when the notebook & pen came in handy... Bless you dear Fay ..............
Neville
Stop going left! Message well received my friend. Great write
Why thank you Dan right on................... N
Neville, are you Peter?
Very interesting
Not yet I'm not, but a change is as good as a rest, so maybe tomorrow..... .... Cheers Andrew sir..... -Neville
This darn gravity keep me grounded, or else I'll in those clouds and among those poppy seeds in a blink of an eye, no directions necessary
Very enjoyable
Thank you Suresh, much appreciated as always.... Neville
Going up passed the clouds can bring some wonderful memories of love and joy.
Don't ya just love joy..... Cheers GF60 sir.... Neville
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