A WELCOMEING
They were washed up on the sandy shoreThe day dark just before the braking dawn
That darkest hour it were
Sounds from where know at first hearing
The sound of voices could be heard
Were not scary
Each voice distinct - separate
All though there were many
Were friendly all the same
Smoke lazily came from the fire
The fire gave off a worming light
The dawn broke Sun raised high
Into the day sky the day wormed
They made their way to the fire
Made up with driftwood from the sea
As they approached they saw faces
All were smiling one and all
Each beckoning to them to join them
Room made for them to sit be members
Of the circle of Friends so well met
The sounds were of poetry - greeted them
They know they were safe - among Friends
Express them selfs freely as they could
With out fear of experiencing negativity
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2020-10-01 at 12:52
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