NaPoWriMo 2/30 – Perspectives

You could have not gone for a walk that day,
you could have climbed up the river banks, and
you could have come home where tea was waiting
and you could have not had to say goodbye.

Damn! Stopping by the iron bridge over Wye?
She don’t know. The rocks crumbled like biscuits,
she froze like a sighted weeping angel
cracking under the wrath of Welsh thunder.

I was just walkin’ through the Wye Valley
and I stopped before the trembles of Autumn,
The sky darkened and roared above, I thought
I’ve had enough trouble for a life time.

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