Wednesday, 26 October 2011

The Red House - a poem

The Red House
garden & woodland walk
Quiet space in suburban jungle
Dappled sunlight reaching through
Sound of birdsong, flight of wing
Chatter within old garden walls

Who lived here, what happens now
Does this group of students know?

Treading lightly on the ground
Ghosts of the past follow the sound

Meandering pathways
Shady places
Somewhere to save for new faces

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