This Stony Road Outisde My HouseA Poem by Gary McDonald
A canopy of trees, a carpet of leaves
this stony road outside my house no cars or men have ever seen but still this road is never clean full of shadows, haunting my pass touching my heel, I fall to the grass gathering speed, the wind finds me knocked to the ground, before I could stand I hate the stony road outside my house. © 2009 Gary McDonald |
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Gary McDonaldCrawley, West-Sussex, United KingdomAboutDo not love for the love of another, nor seek the sights already sought, live for the lives of the many, and your days will in time be taught. Gary I'll be swinging in from time to time, but.. more..Writing
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