Mossy Wall


Long staying pride as the backdrop feeling to this greener land,

Dragging hiking feet through cold sands,

The solitude in empty vast spaces,

Nature rustling breaking silence with each pace,

Hide there in the open fresh air at the peak,

each moment let it feel a week,

Clobbered ancient grey weathered stones,

Mossy formed ruined walls,

The warmth of the rays of may,

A place that feels like home it illuminates,

All the words gone past spring stories of child like dreams,

The collective of people will last to sing these stories in mind of people been.


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