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 Hornby .
commented on Oct 12, 2017 at 12:01pm
Really lovely, descriptive poem Chris......in 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 wheñi I was a child.
Christopher Russon
commented on Oct 12, 2017 at 10:04pm
I meant to say the dog. Ha ha
Frank Hornby .
commented on Aug 07, 2020 at 7:35pm
...enjoyed reading this lovely poem again....ðŸ‘ðŸ»
Christopher Russon
commented on Aug 07, 2020 at 8:38pm
Thanks again Frank.
