I shant be long
The swamp lies still beneath the moon
Cicadas whirr incessantly
the bull frogs add bass to the tune.
Natures night time symphony.
I walk the paths we used to walk.
Together always hand in hand
recalling how we used to talk.
The children do not understand
my need to walk alone at night.
Where I can feel your presence near
It has become a sacred rite
a ritual that I hold dear
..
Whilst I wait impatiently
to join you where you wait for me.
28-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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