And another...
Okay, I dont think I ever intended on handing this in, because it means nothing to me and if you read anything into it, I didn't intend it. Ho hum.
Story by the cemetry
By Gordon Strachan
On top of the hill
We sat and listened.
Stories of another time
Another world, unknown
To us, another life just
A tale.
Yet we sit and listen
To the old man's stories;
Something magic,
Transfixing.
I lost my ghosts to a fairy tale
If only for a moment
All shadows are hidden
If only for a moment
Those happy days under the tree, on top of
The hill.
The story carrying us away...
No ghosts, no shadows,
No fears...
posted by Gordon Strachan at
12:19 am
1 Comments:
you say you weren't really intending a theme for this but it speaks out! it makes the reader think you were thinking deep thoughts, even if you weren't - it's insightful, well done x x x
By
Nikita, at 27 May 2005 at 22:39
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