The empty field.

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Oct 11, 2017

Gone like the breeze
With the passing of time
Nothing left but silence
Only the sound of birds.

Memories etched within my mind
As I walk along this empty field
I remember football on the green
And walking along the river Cole.

Picnics on Sundays children played
Cheese and tomatoe sandwiches
This field was filled with family joy
Those days have come and gone .

I look around not a soul insight
Things are so differant now
All those people have moved on
And some no longer still alive.

So in my mind lie meloncholy thoughts
Those memories come flashing bye
Memories of those happy times
Now all that's left is a empty field


Tags: Love, Pain, Sad,

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Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 11, 2017 at 10:21pm
You walked us through memory lane in this beautiful, nostalgic poem, one of your best Christopher, sad but uplifting at the same time, great to read you this morning dear friend.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Oct 12, 2017 at 12:01pm
Really lovely, descriptive poem my mind I too can see, and hear the ghosts of that field.....brilliant!.....
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 12, 2017 at 1:32pm
Thank you Cecilia and Frank.walk the dag around that field every day It's not the same as wheƱi I was a child.
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 12, 2017 at 10:04pm
I meant to say the dog. Ha ha


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