She Knew

In a way she knew.
As a five year old
She knew.
She was away somewhere
No-one ever knew
Though they forever called her back.

She was always surrounded
With the colours of the becks
With the bullyheads
And lakes.
She will never slake
Her love of brackish water.

She doesn't think she aught to.



Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-05-30 at 02:29

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Five year olds know so much more. I was brought up near the sea and I remember wandering for miles at low tide in the nooks and crannies of rocks and being called back because the sea tides could be dangerous when they turned - a lovely reminiscent poem Linda

Elle x
2008-05-30


limber junctionson
bullyheads and sticklebacks
are the fish that swam around my young wellies.
2008-05-30