echoes
of children’s laughter
reverberate off
dilapidated walls
of the fallen treehouse
happy shouts
ring out
hide and seek
dull clanging
of sword fights
in the field
expectant stockings
giddy mornings
over hot chicolate
the slow
crunch
of gravel
under unsteady bicycle tires
the dog
lost
in the woods
happy birthdays
melt away
like warm icing
on patio boards
hungry vines
reach out
from the earth
engulfing
the place
we used
to live
consuming time
feasting on memories
Lovely, simpler times!
Thank you, Barry 🙂
feasting on memories….great line, and great practice every now and then too!
Thank you, Auntie! I was feeling reminiscent driving by the old property 💜
Beautifully written
Thank you 💜
Beautifully written, some lovely imagery here x
Sophie
http://www.glowsteady.co.uk
Thank you so much 🙂