ye dark august days of rain
beg of summers sunshine ripening
where bist whence i needy be?
life has not warmth for me
away then
to favourite places ye shall not know
where love took me and was gone
in tall grass where shadows dwell
were written dreams of never die
time and again
somewhere in haunted place of love
I return to you beloved cotswolds
feel your amber coarseness touch
through birdsong, laughter and sigh
how little changes
over sensual rolling hills desire
through millstone gate and ford
i am freed upon thy natures lust
though you mock me now with youth
as once I mocked of thee
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: something from a couple of years back, maybe a little out of season though but holds marvellous memories between the lines. Some Gloucestershire slang words included.
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Comments3
Fantastic, the full circle of life, where the hell did it go, and how do you get it back. I'm never sure if you should ever go back, even if the memories evoke great times, your head eventually kicks in and brings you back to earth.
splendid is the word that springs to mind .. this is quite something sir DA .. oh' yes indeed .. so very relatable but with a different accent .................... top notch & gurt lush as we still say down ere in Zummerzet .................. Neville
Super words about a wonderful place and great memories d a.
Andy
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