![]() An Old Promise Well KeptA Poem by NevilleAn Old Promise Well Kept He waited and watched, both weary and wet but nevertheless, like he said that he would .. and the heels of his boots were worn down to the bone gainst the roughhewn, black, bladderwracked stone of the old harbour wall .. Aye, the one that they both knew so well .. Till all those fisherman’s wives, spread their little white lies Clucking like hens in a flood .. Yet he waited and he watched, though both weary and wet, just like he always once said that he would .. And even today when the wind blows the wrong way, some folk still say .. His presence can be felt on them roughhewn, black, bladderwracked harbour stone walls At both ends of the day and again, in those places down there by the quay, where they once used to play, when both young, both single and free .. © 2021 Neville |
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Added on August 28, 2021 Last Updated on August 28, 2021 Author![]() NevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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