IT WAS
by Paul Curtis It was in the spring Beneath the canopy of oak boughs Where you kissed me for the first time It was in the summer In the dappled shade of the same oak Where you said I do It was in the autumn Beneath the falling leaves of oak Where you were laid to sweet repose Now it's winter And the oak boughs are as empty as my life But soon I will join you dear wife I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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