Old decayed leaf
melts into the moss on the car park tarmac
as it disappears into memory
but look at its veins and bones
as it fades into the mud
and you’ll see a remembrance
of the mighty tree
it once was part of.
Structure III
Old decayed leaf
melts into the moss on the car park tarmac
as it disappears into memory
but look at its veins and bones
as it fades into the mud
and you’ll see a remembrance
of the mighty tree
it once was part of.
Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer. View more posts
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The Inkwell
Excellent capture and I love the poem. Thank you for the follow on my blog; I am definitely following you and am looking forward to future posts.
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Enjoy dipping your toes in the inkwell!
Cheers for reading this one.
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