I Remember the World

A poem of a world before the lockdown, one I’m aching to get back to …

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Fr@ηk  almost home via photopin(license)

I remember a world that has gone, beyond.
Out of sight, behind a door now locked to me.
I remember a world beyond these walls,
Beyond these shadows that lurk watching me.

I remember a breath, a gentle breeze
The lapping waves the blue, blue sea.
Mountains, birdsong, treetop sky,
Out there waiting patiently, to return to me.

© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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    1. That’s good to hear, we are not so restricted as we were earlier in the year so we can go out more in the local area. But it will be nice to be able to travel a little farther once this is all over and see the places I love again.

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      1. Cross country travel is still highly discouraged where I am and so is visiting people outside your own household, but we can go where we please outdoors in our own country, as long as our group sizes aren’t too big.

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