Where the grass sways I’m moved.

Where the grass sways I’m moved.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A bygone era
where the years
draw nigh,
where new beginnings
of yesterday
never lose touch
with tomorrow calling.
Black shadows play
amongst tombstones grey
the moonlight from above
seems so inviting,
but I have to go
my footsteps
into the future
are waiting,
and I cannot
miss a step.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Those "footsteps into the future" are inescapable. It is a journey we all must complete, but it is how we move along that trail that counts.

A great piece here Andrew.

Hope all is well.

Posted 2 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Years Ago

Hi Ted, just had my second jab of the az vaccine. I’m well, just struggling to write anything dece.. read more
Ted Kniffen

2 Years Ago

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