Hi ,
Lovely Poem,
A picture of rugged outdoors and the earthy life style is beautifuly captured in this write.
My favourite verse is;
Little hands that count the sparks,
And leaping flames that leave the hearth.
The music of glass the rhythm of breath
Of mothers hands as they roll out dough.
A cup of brew a morsel of bread,
With quizzing wide eyes ,seeking answers.
Of stories lost in dreams at bed .
I could picture it vividly in my minds eye.
Thank you
9 years ago
by Ben Pickard
Welcome to the site and a wonderfully written piece here. Well done and keep writing,
Ben