WALKED ALONE.A Poem by Terry Collett MONKS AT AN ABBEY 1968-1971  The tall monk with large blue eyes, walked with his head to one side as if he spoke with God at an awkward angle. I gazed at the grey falling rain, the church roof from my cell window, became a slightly greyer grey. The dark haired monk, with the cissy girl hair, moaned about my apple picking, in his posh boy tone. Down by the woods, on a leaf strewn path, the French peasant monk walked alone. © 2014 Terry Collett |
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Terry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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