Michael Edwards

THE LONELY ROAD

 

 

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.

 

 

Comments2

  • orchidee

    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.

    • Michael Edwards

      Well spotted
      now deleted
      Cheers O

      • orchidee

        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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      • Goldfinch60

        With fine words and fine art shown here you will never walk that road alone Michael.



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