Barrow

Hold me in your cup

Wheel me down your path

Rust stains my clothes

Crusts to my skin

Roll me out

Down the way

Unbidden speed

Flicking at my hair

Inflate my lungs

With fresh garden air

Childhood pleasures

Of wellingtons crunching leaves

Peace of a life well loved

In a barrow of trees

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elizadavies

I can come in many labels, many boxes, a divorcee, survivor, traveler, writer, optimist. But these labels only limit me to who I am at this point in time. But as you will read on my blog, I am my journey. I hope you will enjoy walking this path with me.

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