Thanks
A
mud-splattered ball lies in a brown soggy field,
Left,
alone.
A
pair of shod feet, step out of a car,
Left,
alone.
A
fierce, squat building stands grumpy, the home of flight,
Left,
alone.
The
same pair of feet makes their own curvy way to the outstretched bird,
Left,
alone.
With
a roar that shakes the ground, it leaps into the air,
Left,
alone.
Minute
upon minute, and onward flies this strange winged creature,
Left,
alone.
Till
the hours are stacked like building blocks, only then, shall its wings be put
to rest,
Left,
alone.
Feet
walk quickly down the stairs, pattering endlessly on,
Left,
alone.
A
wallaby hops alongside a road, ears twitching inquisitively,
Left,
alone.
And
a car drives onward, swallowed by darkness,
Left,
alone.
Till
light blazes down and dawn streaks the sky, blackness shall reign,
Left,
alone.
Then
two girls step out, upon sprightly green grass,
Found,
together.
And
solemnly wish another, older pair, their gratitude beyond any compare,
Found,
together.
And
together they step forward to embrace with words of farewell,
Found,
together.
Sarah Eastwood
this is my poem i had to post on the blog i hope you like it!
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