THE TRANSITION

THE TRANSITION

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Caged in the day
With barb-wire fence
And high brick walls
Guarded are my thoughts.

A transition from a working day....

With the sun setting
Into the west
My gates are opening.
Free range are my thoughts.

......a day's end, I'm home.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Did I mention the chickens (free range lol?). Good little end of the work day/week ditty. We have all felt it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thanks John
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alf
Hi Andrew. I can just tell you love your work!!!! (lol) and again (lol)!! But even better, you look forward to going home. What a wondrous image . . . my gates are opening . . . what a welcome!! Love this, alf

Posted 9 Years Ago


alf

9 Years Ago

Yeah??????????? Really??????????????
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

This was the recipe base from which my life exchanged places and I laugh you know, my work sucks!
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

lol I like hooking you in alf lol Its like catching a marlin!!! Yeah?????? Really????? lol:):):)

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andrew mitchell
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