Two steps, then two more

Through the woods,
yes, I knew you there,
in ferns that were green
as distant field spaces,
the lasting England
of so many known films,
of unopened Bronte stories.

When feelings were bluebells
left to crowd our path,
and they sold us on a life of colour,
how I remember that
even if the memory is paler
as I walk the way now.

And at the hill’s hardest climb
I knew you too, when we rested
grass mouthed and decided
the view was worth it,
but the ache that life dealt
almost sent us back down,
yes I know, you know.

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4 thoughts on “Two steps, then two more

  1. nectarfizz says:

    That painting is lovely..and it suits the piece perfectly. The poem is classic Matt.

  2. nectarfizz says:

    Ps..all the lined up icons on the right are starting to freak me out…my head it huge..and there are SO MANY OF THEM!! ACK!

  3. Matt says:

    LOL, there are quite a few of your heads, consider yourself head girl!

  4. nectarfizz says:

    Harry Potter fruitcake!

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