To drop, with aching feet, into the chair
Though aluminium’s shine is bright
To sigh as muscles ease and tea is poured
And think of winter’s distant, endless night
Then seal sweet moment into memory fair
©Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
To drop, with aching feet, into the chair
Though aluminium’s shine is bright
To sigh as muscles ease and tea is poured
And think of winter’s distant, endless night
Then seal sweet moment into memory fair
©Stephen Tanham
Category: Silent Eye School Tags: Travel Poetry
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Beautiful, Stephen. I think I shall do this today. 🙂
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Let me know how good it was, Diana!
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