...to greet me.

...to greet me.

A Poem by Huw

Under a new road bridge over the Amman

while taking my walk each morning

I would see a heron, two ducks and a dipper

It seemed as if they met around

the same time each morning

A couple of hundred meters up the road

there would be a solitary raven

perched on the narrowest

topmost branch of a silver birch.

It would raise the level of joy I feel

when they were there

seemingly to greet me.

© 2015 Huw


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Added on October 16, 2015
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Huw
Huw

Ammanford, Wales, United Kingdom



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I've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..

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A Poem by Huw