no idea where I was going
where my footsteps were taking me
not long off the bus and my bags still hanging off the borrowed bed
I’m running toward something
my faith in a girl next door relationship
built on the stock of only a few summers
we were school break friends and I just had to see this
according to everyone
and everyone was going to be there
that was the promise and with a pinky swear
I was a nervous boy in a foreign land
on loan from thirteen-year-old best buds
speaking only the language of the shy and quiet ones
making what would become a beautiful memory
under the bright big moon
along the sparkle-kissed river
surrounded by the sounds of the teenage
on a warm night in August
by the trestle bridge
Earth To Ash 
What a beautifully positive piece reminiscent of ‘the old days’ when things were just so difficult yet so easy.
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Right? I was chewing on this one for a few days, came to me one day on a walk. Love to go back for a night, this one would be just right. Glad you liked it.
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Walks are great for putting creative things together and just sorting things out in general, I feel.
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You’re 100% correct. If it makes sense it connects me to an inner Ash and the result are poems, memories, stories etc. I always feel away from the rest of the world so to speak. In control of my moments. I still owe you a podcast. Working on it. 😉
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It will be that much sweeter when it posts after such a wait.
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Stay tuned!!!
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Oh this is just so lovely!
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Hi, thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Appreciate the visit for the read. It’s a little childhood memory that came flashing back while I was out for a walk a few days ago. Take care.
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Great poem. Am sharing this on my blog. 😎🌉
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Oh wow, thank you so much for this. I appreciate your read and am grateful for the share. Happy writing.
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