Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2016
I remember the mornings
the smell of the grass
the gold of the fields
but not where I'd rest

I found myself
in the green of the wood
back when I was innocent
**all innocent and good
Thomas Alan
Written by
Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
242
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems