The swamp lies still beneath the moon <br />Cicadas whirr incessantly <br /> the bull frogs add bass to the tune. <br />Natures night time symphony. <br /> <br />I walk the paths we used to walk. <br />Together always hand in hand <br />recalling how we used to talk. <br />The children do not understand <br /> <br />my need to walk alone at night. <br />Where I can feel your presence near <br />It has become a sacred rite <br /> a ritual that I hold dear <br />.. <br />Whilst I wait impatiently <br />to join you where you wait for me. <br /> <br />28-Mar-08<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-shant-be-long/
