Thursday 12 February 2015

A distant spot

A steady trickle flows
Down the hills and valleys
Travelling through dangerous land
To find a distant spot

The wind blows it away
Rocks break its flow
The steady trickle still flows
Down the hills and valley

Carrying along bitter sweet memories
Of journeys long gone
The steady trickle still flows
Down the hills and valley

Eyes that were brimming full
Have long dried now
Does the trickle still flow
Down the hills and valley