The whistleA Poem by SammyMy grandad used to whistle to his heart content .. any song anywhere.
The whistle in the trees the hustle of the leaves,
The spring is setting in the cool blowing breeze, As I walk through the woods I feel it's alive, I know somewhere somehow your walking by my side. Though I may not see you I imagine you there, Are you the squirrel in the tree or the birds in flight Above me? The stream flows effortlessly over the rocks And for a moment all my hurts forgot. I imagine you here whistling as you walk, Taking it all in the pure beauty of it all. The tall trees of the forest and all that's alive Makes me sit and wonder why? Why do things come to an end? Why in life do we all pretend, pretend that loss Won't affect us in the end. Where do you go to feel close to the ones in life you've lost, Do you have a special place to remember the life they've Now not got. For me there's no better place than here under the big swaying Trees, Listening to my grandad whistling in the breeze. © 2016 SammyReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 20, 2016 Last Updated on August 20, 2016 Tags: Love, memories, hope, imagination AuthorSammyNottingham , Mansfield, United KingdomAboutHi. I've been writing bits of poetry since I was 14 years old. I can't seem to write happy poems it's more a selection of sadness, loss and never feeling good enough. Although when writing these po.. more..Writing
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