A Page I Turn To

I think one of the nicest things in life is to paint pictures and of course this can be done in many ways. I hope you can enjoy sharing this one in the form of a poem I’ve written and recorded. Thanks for reading and listening.

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Summers, in all their meanings, go quickly don’t they?

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A Page I Turn To

Under a summer of larks
we lay on our backs cloud-spotting,
defining our young dreams, hopeful
hearts full of bright sky.
We lay among the meadowsweet
holding hands on mossy pillows
and beneath fingers of trees
dappled by threads of sunlight.
Light, light were those moments
innocent and bright.
It’s a page I turn to stirred
by a song a sky or, heaven knows why.
Those heady days we kissed, and took to the earth,
at home in our loving-rooms of barley, wheat and rye.

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