by raggedyman

Created on: October 12, 2008

SENSE OF PLACE

I sit upon the pebbled shore

Passing time, gone before

I cast a thought into the blue

Catch the waves, think of you

I look upon the coloured ground

All are lost, to be found

I hear the call of distant gull

My mind awash, as greyish dull

I smell the salty sea fresh air

A coldness dawns, now to bear

I taste the hurt of fallen time

My way is lost, sunken rhyme

I feel unsure on shifting sand

Long for earth, there to land

I sense a place is calling me

A place called home

Where I am free

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