Poem of 2024

You'll Know When You Get There

I've roamed the plains of sunny Spain,
I've known the coldest Swedish rain,
I've been to Greece, come back again,
I've known Italian joys and pain.
In foreign climates everywhere,
I've walked the mountains, fields of green,
and all the places inbetween;
there's not a country I've not seen
and breathed in deep its different air;

but all those places just felt wrong,
the snow too cold, the sun too strong,
in foreign lands I don't belong,
I much prefer old England's song;
and so at last no more I'll roam,
no more around the world I'll play,
content at last, I'm here to stay
with drizzling rain and skies of grey.
I'm happy in my English home. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿



The wind was sighing softly through the trees
and sharing secrets with their rustling leaves
as, high above, the Moon with light so pale
began to listen as she told her tale,
and side by side they walked along their track,
forever moving forward looking back.

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👣YNWA👣

Highway and Crossroads
...how interesting your meanders were...

I thought he was my last sanctuary
but he wasn't
I would have sacrificed everything
but I found out too early

It wasn't meant to be
I was sad
but not surprised
I wrote all about my love
In DU
and with me his memory stays
within me his poetry lives
it was and is a promise to keep

My Heart  his Soul ❤️

she smiles at her ethereal companion across the thoroughfare
the gazebo of dreams fading
slowly
the moon light dimmed
hidden by the clouds
she waves her hand
her face towards the blush of dawn....