My favourite cafe was you.

In the avenues of your makings
I wandered your lanes
and alleyways,
I followed your path
I saw your highway
I left my footprints
on your terrains.
You in turn
provided the light
you saw my shadow
coming around your glens,
I marvelled at your country side
I took the walk
I felt your pulse
I stole your heart
you in turn
became the rock
I leaned on for support
I climbed your face
I saw your view
how I travelled
all over you.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem share Andrew. I have enjoyed the W.C for many years. Us, who love to write. We need kindred spirits to help us improve. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Yes the cafe has been a home to many. I have only been here three years but others for many years longer. I love posting here and reviewing other poets but the technical problems are a pain in the backside and we have a reluctant moderator. Well put Andrew.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Chris for your words and having a read.:)

[Chris Shaw]

It could also be a metaphor for something else entirely but at the mo with the situation re Margie, the cafe is on my mind :)

[andrew mitchell]

Has something happened with Margie?

[Chris Shaw]

Look for her latest post Andrew, it will reveal all.