This is very special Arthur you show such a tenderness here (Must have some English blood in those veins) How precious the last days of summer are, their impending dissapearance makes each one a treasure. To get out of the rat race if only for an afternoon and enjoy a warm September day is cathartic.
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2009 14:26:48 GMT -5 by Dr Fogg
The selfish poet
Little poet starts to cry I have no replies, oh why, oh why To get replies you have to give em On others work, then your forgiven.
This is fantastic, Arthur. The rhyme, and content, is neither overly simplistic nor is it too abstract, but it's perfectly balanced between the two. Very well executed, all of the stanzas are equally good in my opinion.
Chairs thrown and tables toppled Hands armed with broken bottles Standing no chance to win, but We're not running, we're not running
Arthur long time no see! Great to read your poetry again, it's been missed my friend. Loved this, the rhyme, the sentiment and atmosphere was so lovely. It was a joy to read rather than thinking of the last day of summer however, beautiful poetry, Kerry x