When I Was Ten

transported by a whiff of air
to my English childhood where

the future stretched away unseen
all seemed right, the world was green

humidity, my mum called 'close'
my uncle's house contained a ghost

I had a sister, two brothers too
and every day was fresh and new

now many years have come and gone
in Canada where I belong

with memories and feelings which
a whiff of air has been the switch

to cascading thoughts of what was then
before I left, when I was ten
Written by bcpoet (Lawrence)
Author's Note
Best listened to with headphones...
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 2 reads 35
Commenting Preference: 
The author is looking for friendly feedback.

Latest Forum Discussions
Today 6:27am by TimWombles
Today 6:05am by Valeriyabeyond
Today 4:09am by AspergerPoet56
Today 3:53am by Phantom2426
Today 3:43am by Phantom2426
Today 1:33am by Valeriyabeyond