Notice of absence from Casey Andrews
Gone to find my shoe, back soon
Gone to find my shoe, back soon
In the summer,
In the churchyard,
We’d try to find,
Lord Falklands tomb.
Through the church woods,
Past chewy monsters,
And smokers den.
In the summer,
On the footpaths,
We’d walk for miles,
Talking of life,
Under the church bridge,
Into the river,
Graffiti walls.
In the future,
Dreams envisaged,
We’d see for miles,
All unbeknown,
Dreaming of life,
Past hay bales and dens,
Futures untouched.
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Casey Andrews (
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Comments3
WELCOME CASEY ~ Thanks for your first Poem ~ which I enjoyed ! I love to walk (with Friends) in the Woods ~ one can imagine all types of things and search for hidden doorways to Secret Gardens and Secret Tombs with buried treasures. You poem evoked lots of memories and sparked a few ideas ~ TO THE WOODS ~ Yours BRIAN ~ Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B.
Good write. Welcome to MPS.
nice and smoothly done my friend !
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