Early morning,,
The dew still fat
And heavy
On the leaf,
And the boats moored,
For a quick getaway,
A river escape.
Is your courage strong?
Constant?
Are you ready to leave,
With me?
The Getaway
11 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in poetry
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But I have only arrived and the rivers nearby are almost dry. But if you can wait a few weeks they will run wild again and we can be Tom Sayer and Huck Finn once again.
I shall look forward to some cracking adventures with you William!