I have traded
the red earth of Cape Town
for the red buds of Canada
I have traded
a southern autumn
for a northern spring
but when I look up, I see
a blue sky
and it is just as blue here
as it is
everywhere else.
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I have traded
the red earth of Cape Town
for the red buds of Canada
I have traded
a southern autumn
for a northern spring
but when I look up, I see
a blue sky
and it is just as blue here
as it is
everywhere else.
"5 minute walks"
food, beauty, happiness.
A sailboat, a couple, and their little dog too.
Where your words matter.
Poems | England | Staffordshire | East Anglia | Northern Ireland | Nearing the end of the marathon that is The Needwood Poems.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
The road to the forum is paved with good intentions.
Mostly unfinished stories primarily produced as a direct result of my association with the OC Writers Guild
A Clairvoyant Journey. One Life. One Quest. Find the Truth.
My Great Aunt Norah's wartime diaries, 1938-1948
fitting somewhere between family and fiction
Confessions of a Grammar Ghoul
Photography
Wonderful image and words. Thank you!
Well, thank YOU!
I love that! Beautifully said.
Thank you!