The wind blows,
I catch my breath.
My weight spread evenly
On the breadth
Of your shoulders,
As you walk me
Through the tall trees
My trusty chariot.
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Author:
Naturally Curious (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An image goes with this poem of my brother sitting on my late father's shoulders. The poem is a tribute to a collective memory of mine and my sibling's many rides on his shoulders.
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Comments2
what a wonderful picture your words have gifted me
made me recall some fond memories, thank you
Lovely words )
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