I for one
Think of breakfast
Sat alone often
Although returning
Many times
To many places
To think
Similar thoughts
Of past
And potential
Futures
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
I for one
Think of breakfast
Sat alone often
Although returning
Many times
To many places
To think
Similar thoughts
Of past
And potential
Futures
Walking
To the café
Alone
In the country
Many places
Tourist traps
As well as on salt marshes
I think of you
Nowhere else to go
We recognise the shapes
Circle square rectangle dot
What more then to show
We wear the capes
Mountain sea river spot
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There is a tree
I wish to find
Which I last climbed
In Nineteen-Sixty-Three
The end of the fool
I passed the Eleven-plus
Travelled by Baddeley’s bus
To Penistone Grammar School
It was a time of fear
Innocence was raised
Nightmares invaded
Eyes and mind once so clear