THE CHALK LINE

THE CHALK LINE
I always took my piece of chalk
...wherever I would choose to walk
I often left an endless line
...and sometimes my initials sign
Arrows I would chalk on gates
...and enter both the times and dates
My messages they got replies
...in secret code like real spies
A different colour for every line
...that led us to our secret shrine
One day no chalk and all alone
...I used my mothers ‘donkey stone’
Yellow lines and secret words
...pictures too of snakes and birds
Kerbs, walls, gates and lids
...lamps and footpaths made for kids
I always took my piece of chalk
...wherever I would choose to walk
To the adult dartboard now I walk
...but I always have my piece of chalk
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