A village of thoughts at mind's end.

A village of thoughts at mind's end.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What will become of me
as I tread within
my own footsteps past?
Will I become that
village of thoughts
to drink at mind's inn
to share a memory
that unravels as I follow
the tracks I have lead.
Will I slip on my tears
looking through the schooner
that anchors many a thought
that drifts on a word ponder.
I wonder...

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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dear Andrew... please tread softly as you reminisce... many a kiss will be blessed within your heart of hearts. Truly, Pat

Posted 6 Years Ago


what a refreshing for me sir! maybe by retracing our footsteps to the very end (beginning) we may have better luck than going forward .... all our baggage will be gone ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))) i like this one a lot sir .. always your original stamp upon it
E.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Glad it was a refresher lol:) thank you for your kind words Gene.

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andrew mitchell

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