Maybe it was the fact – I knew the way,
Edging to go down this way and not the other way I knew
Moments recalled – at the sight of an
Old rusting metal fence, encircling bright shiny new towers
Recollections of a time – a place of learning was here
In which i’d learn my craft, hone my skill
And gain a respect and love for the thing I appreciate
Long since replaced – the place of learning…but its fondly remembered
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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