It was a special time <br />It was a special place <br />Where we lived, loved and made bread. <br /> <br />I with fourteen other people <br />Of the same thoughts and minds <br />The confusion and our rules <br />Somehow worked <br />People of the street <br />Girls looking like boys <br />And visa versa <br /> <br />Yet everybody cared <br />For everybody else <br />No harsh words <br />Lots of cuddles <br />Listening to music <br />Until the dawn <br />When the clink of milk bottles <br />Revived us for another day <br /> <br />My time there does not fade <br />But becomes a distant, happy <br />Nostalgic echo across the years. <br /> <br /> <br />(learning to live with others)<br /><br />willow moon pearce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-year-in-sussex/
