Poetry

I laughing, sat with long lost friendsand sadly cursed the summer’s end.The days have flownand had I knownI would not see their likes again,I may have done it differently.Had to rewrite this from memory as it was one of my lost entries.

The closing of the summer house,And I will miss this seasoned place.One last walk along the beach,With dog at heel, in matching pace,The sunset just beyond our reach. Another year-long toilsome breach before we shall these paths retrace,So many months to cover.My heart and soul live here , off-se...