When I was a boy

When I was a boy

A Poem by Philip Franklin
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Remenicing

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When I was a boy

I walked my woodland with joy and a little sadness

It was my solace

It was my place

Each tree I knew and its face

I climbed my pine

So tall and straight

And perched, eagle like, to watch and wait

To see the lovers come and go

To see the fox that I had come to know

The mists of dawn the sun peeping through

The call of a dove and the morning dew

And all the while I’d watch and wait

A top my pine so tall and straight.

 

© 2008 Philip Franklin


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I really like this piece. I also had a secret place where I dreamed big dreams, and no-one could see me. I love this style. Rain..

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Philip Franklin
Philip Franklin

York, United Kingdom



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Well I'm slighly, no completely barking mad. I'm a grumpy Old Man desparately trying to release my creative juices, err sorry about that, after years of suppressing my nature to bring up my children a.. more..

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