The half a century ago young boyA Poem by GeeA winter walk with the pooch
Tis cold and still this winter morn'
and no matter how I'm wrapped, my bones are invaded by the chill and my lips are dry and chapped. Dew drops drip from my reddened nose ear lobes, frost bitten, burn, oh how I long for spring to come and for the warmth of sun I yearn. But this of little consequence if any consequence at all, to my spaniel racing here and there in pursuit of his far flung ball. For everyday is the best of days come rain or shine or hail, and this he proclaims with excited barks and the wagging of his tail. Endless is his energy, boundless is the joy, that rekindles in this ageing man the half a century ago young boy... © 2020 GeeAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
StatsAuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|