Sitting on the bench
Ancient church in the background
Just came out of the church
After lighting candles in there
For deceased loved ones
The ancient church
behind me
As I sit and ponder life
Life, in all its glory
What does it mean
will I ever know?
Sitting on the bench
On a hot summers day
A piece of ancient history
Behind me
In all its splendour
this is beautiful Carol Anne, I haven’t read your poetry before and this is lovely imagery … I can see you there in front of the old church π
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Thanks Kate, Iβm glad you liked it π
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very much so, hope to read more of your poetry! How are you?
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Iβm good this morning Kate, refreshed after a nice night sleep ππ₯°π
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good for you, glad to hear it!
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How are you Kate? ππΈπΈ
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well thanks, isolation suits me π
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Oh well it doesnβt suit me but we are not in lockdown anymore in Ireland now ππ
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no lockdown finished ages ago for those of us living in rural areas … two cities still have lockdown with lots more infections π¦
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Thatβs good Kate Iβm glad you are out of lockdown also π€
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Beautiful! Really enjoying your blogππΌ
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Thanks so much ππ
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