ChildrenA Poem by George CoombsScene from a park near where I liveChildren
autumn in the leaf carpeted park
trees rustle in rivers of wind squirrels, birds children running innocent as tremulous light sprinkling the calm air with laughter running, playing, climbing bodies gilded in autumn brightness. i watch distant from them while hesitant steps move along their long life path.
George Coombs
© 2017 George CoombsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGeorge CoombsBrighton and Hove, Southern, United KingdomAboutI am a retired lecturer from Hove in Southrn England. I write poetry, stories, essays and also draw and paint more..Writing
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