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The Wood

30 Mar

I would like to share some thoughts about a very special place to me, a place that will always be a big part of my life and I really miss living there.

The Wood

I think it’s a little late now
Looking at the flower seller packing
Up for the day
Sitting here on the corner of Circus Road
Same old faces – come and go
Dreams set free to sail the world
Ride high in a hot air balloon
Scream from the bottom of full lungs
Thinking back to where it all started
The house in the wood
I’d like to think, we did it our way
Rocked and rolled, we made our own path
A time and a place that summed it all up
The house in the wood
Where we crafted our new lives
Thinking back to where it all started
The house in the wood
Our spirits captured in the air
Memories made – in
The house in the wood
The house that saw it all
Loves lost and found
The rise and the falls
The house – that’s built on solid ground
In the wood
© C.Flaxton


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Posted by on March 30, 2011 in Notes, Poetry

 

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