When I Was Four Poem by Philip Byworth Russell
When I Was Four
When I was four
Swinging from the willow tree
Feet high, dizzy, afloat
The memory of a fishing boat
Fish below, swimming free
Of paper clips on the front gate
Left by the postman.
The man I called my mate
Of rain on the roof
And feeling warm and safe
When I was four
Beautiful nostalgic experience nicely brought forth from the heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing.
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4/25/2024 4:14:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Such an innocent start, Philip Byworth. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.