A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
He put it down To the lost and found His feet had finally Touched the ground A little lower Than when he started A little humbler When the waves parted The salt of tears The sting of brine He lost his footing And found he couldn't swim
3 comments:
ahh its great to have your blog back again matt. Some decent poetry to read. . . finally
Btw i like this one.
Thankyee
i likeee this one.
heh. I have been deprived of matty poems. shocking!
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