To be innocent again
fresh as a fist full of cool winter sand,
when fingers were clenched and the feel of milky way grain did slip away,
slowly.
When peppermint treasure came from a wood covered cave, past heavy door
when sherry scent and grey smoke formed comforting cloak
when I rode a giants shoulders and listened for fern cones falling,
falling
onto paths
upon which, my father did roam.
When happiness was a honey spoon or vegetable patch hole
minds eye lost
day dreamers soul.
When brook and stream were there to be dammed
mud to be held
by innocent hand.
Soldiers commanded behind cork wine wall
a windows ledge
they did so fall.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.
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My name is Charlie Hasler, I live in North Wales with my fiancé. I work at Law firm based in Chester and write in my spare time.
My writing started a few years ago but was something I always put down more than I picked up.
After a tough couple of years I felt I had some things I needed to say so I have found myself writing again.
My writing mainly focuses around poetry.
I have self published two poetry books, which are both available on Amazon, Words From An Unlikely Poet, and, Words From An Unlikely Poet: Volume 2: Further Thoughts.
Aside from writing I also enjoy walking, reading, gardening and boxing, though I am more a spectator now days.
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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Nice!
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Thank you very much
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The innocence of childhood
O those happy care free days.
Your words did enchant me
So please accept my praise.
Best wishes forever more
Until the end of days
Mick
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Thank you my friend!
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Thank you too, for the inspiration…
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And the follow 🙂 😉
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‘When happiness was a honey spoon…’
Beautiful
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Thank you! I like that as well
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