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| The Mag 284 |
The Back Way
Grandad called it
the back road.
Her father referred to it
as the highway.
Always with a grin.
A road only
in the days of horses.
Now the stile
was used more
than the gate.
The back way in
she always called it
The long way between
her house
and his.
The thinking way
Lots of time to ponder
the error
of her ways
as she walked.
It had been years
but it seemed right
to walk the lovers' lane
to his wake
one last time.
J. Binford-Bell
September 2015
Beautifully written and quite moving...
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ReplyDeleteWhat lovely memories. A delight to read.
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Love your poetry. (-:
ReplyDeleteOh this is outstanding. I declare a winner. I might keep this somewhere actually. Good lord.
ReplyDeletenostalgia is always a joy :)
ReplyDeleteSensitive story. The interception of "lovers' lane" adds diverse thought of what could have been.
ReplyDeleteA bit late to the party but I just wanted to tell you how much I adored this. Very evocative and a wonderful use of language. :)
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