memories

by wave
lashed
shore
there is
a house
down
bracken waving
lane

beside
leaf silvered
trees
there
is a
house
by briar
blocked path

there is a
house
boarded
blind
and silent
made
a house
there is

alone
groaning
in the
autumn
wind
silent in
the summer
heat

dead
when
spring ground
wakens
in winter
memories
torn
apart



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-02-28 at 19:34

Tags Memories  Mayo  Emigration 

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moon smile
WOW,memories are the only thing that flame our hearts with life.EVEN our cold days of lonliness and sadeness would never remove our lovely memories ;it is our magical fuel to keep breathing in such life.
2007-03-03