THE LONELY ROAD
No longer lit by festal breath
the pollard willows sway and stretch
brushed gently by the sighing breeze
they melodize as church bells toll
I walk the lonely road.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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A fine write and pic M. That 'B' has crept in to the title. Though those 'B' roads can be hazardous to walk on - no pavements sometimes.
Well spotted
now deleted
Cheers O
I though you had not made a typo. It could equally be entitled 'The Lonely B Road!' Would the 'B' be for (Miss) Berles? Does she drive?
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With fine words and fine art shown here you will never walk that road alone Michael.
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