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In Cornish sand dunes
sun blazing, insects buzzing
far off rollers crash
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by Scooj
Tag: Memories
September
.
Plentiful conkers
bring joy to the boy in me
recall a lost art
.
by Scooj
Skeleton
.
The end of the line
great memories are locked up
burnt out rusty shell
.
by Scooj
Memories
.
Filled with a warm glow
recalling untroubled times
when we were children
.
by Scooj
Clear out
.
Sorting and chucking
bitter-sweet experience
Letting go is tough
.
by Scooj
Departed
.
We remember them
they live on in our stories
after we are gone
.
by Scooj
Ordinary life
.
So many stories
trapped deep in my mind, unshared
together we die
.
by Scooj
Prompted by a recent preoccupation of mine which is to write down some of the stories and memories I have in a short essay form. Time I fear is my enemy.
Cycles
And in a moment
all that was good is now gone
time to start again.
by Scooj
It’s coming
Summer’s memories
locked away and discarded;
face up to Winter.
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Bicycle
Idyllic cottage
where I learned to ride a bike
never forgotten.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 