Nostalgia
Sun-honied the cobbles of dew-wet round
shine with past hurry of hobnail haste.
Hot glare of noondays shed need for shade
while remembered labourers drowsed.
Ticks of antique kitchen clocks still sound
hectic times of committed engagement.
Deep the nostalgia of wells as youth faced
work yet willingly drunk for long hours.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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WOW, my youth summed up in this amazing write. Thank you Fay. ; )
Thanks FAY ~ there is nothing like NOSTALGIA to brighten a dull Monday Morning on the SE Coast. Love the damp bleakness in the photo ! Yours as ever BRIAN. Please take a tip in my Hot Air Balloon ~ Thanks B.
Wells of summer, your choice of words is sublime, Fay. Great as usual!
Beautiful write Fay.
An atmospheric scene and write Fay.
You make me want to walk down that path - thanks Fay.
Classically beautiful, Fay, as only you write!
From noon's hot glare shed's shade spills as morning path shines with hope and light. Commitment is noticed from busy time. During summer, wells sink more and become childish. Love's short lasted visions are amazingly noticed in summer wells but still we feel long essence of love from such brilliant and excellent poem shared here.
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