LICHFIELD

I migrated from the grimness 
On the day that I first loved you,
In my green days,
Like those in Lichfield.

Looking through the lakeside window
Watching the lightning storm,
Or the funfair at Easter,
When our days were bigger
Than that Big Wheel
Or other evenings spent sampling
In Samuals'.
And slow walks to bliss.


© 2018 Christopher Thompson  All Right Reserved

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