Wednesday, 14 July 2021

My Shadow

As I walk my shadow falls, it looks as if I’m six feet tall, I reach the hill my shadow shrinks, what a climb my old mind thinks, I reach the top then comes a race, A quickened pace, red in face, my shadows so tall with trees for lace, I reach the location, dark and still, I cannot see my shadow, though it’s with me still, to a new location, on a beautiful hill. 

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