Cherry Tree Lane

Pink cherry blossoms

Falling down 

There’s an easterly wind

Blowing in the air

Westerly mists brewing

Something is about to begin


Magical adventures

Exploring the night scenes

On the rooftops of London

Jumping into chalk drawings

And going on carousel rides 


But, when the winds change

It’s time to move on

To say ‘goodbye’

As if nothing had happened

  • Author: woodkatie28 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 14th, 2019 00:30
  • Category: Family
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Katie.

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