Remembered
Sun-honied hard cobbles of dew soaked ground
groans with past hurry of hobnail haste
when hot glare of noonday clattered for shed shade
where remembered labour had once drowsed.
Ticks of antique kitchen clocks still chime hourly
near forgotten hectic engagements
when deep the nostalgic wells of duty-claimed
youth drank willing work for many hours.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
Thank you dear friend.
The days of hard graft, where you got nothing for nothing. Isn't it strange how Roman roads have stood the test of time.
Yes roads built on slave- sweat those Roman roads Paul - -- methinks we have a lot to be grateful for and although we still graft we get paid a bit these days.
You have the uncanny knack of reminding me why I love poetry so very much ........... Neville x
You are thanked very muchly by yours truly dear Nev. and yes strange but I can say snap for me too - - - --And you are right about uncanny timings of postings and subjects - -- weird eh amigo - -- but what do they say about great minds - - says she with a smile.......................x
The picture captures the beauty and nostalgia of your poem so perfectly. I love visiting historic sites and towns, almost feeling the life that went on there. Thank you dear friend for a lovely stroll back through time.
So glad you enjoyed the image I chose to full out the poem dear Bella - the past life of villages can I agree sometimes be felt along with the use made of youth and its energy.
Oh how I wish I could write like that after I returned from a time travel excursion, Fay.
Thanking you loads and bless ya Dave all writers are gifted in different ways.
- - I remember a mantra that I believe helps ............... it goes like this - --
- - A real scribe allows time for yielding mind to the Muse.
I'll try to remember that Fay.... trouble is, Muse has this habit of going off on long excursions herself...hang on...she must have heard......
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