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My hand held fast.
Into the place.
The pace!
This is the place of noise and movement.
All aboard!
Watch. Out the window.
Lights. Sounds. Darkness. Buildings.
Buzzing,flying ever past.
A sea of ankles everywhere.
Pushed , prodded , Panic .
Then, Safety..........
The personification of safety.
Safety in the shape.
The shape of a man.
My father.
A human anchor , holding my hand.
The train slows.
The train stops.
The world Judders.
My anchor remains fast.
Out . A busy station.
Murmurs of men in suits. Noise.
The clack of high heels.
Shouting , rushing.
The Anchor, the safety , pulls.
Swipe the ticket.
Out the gates. Hurry, push. Out.
Out into the coffee-petrol tang.
The rush of noise and movement.
Out
Into London.
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I thank you.
For taking the time.
Just to read my little rhyme.
Reading and writing are arts that shoul always be kept alive!
Thankyou gaia for letting us have a place th express ourselves!
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- by cheesenuggets101 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/27/2009 |
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- Title: My human Anchor
- Artist: cheesenuggets101
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Description:
A poem about the connection and trust between me and my late father.
I wrote this poem about a special day out (or the beginning of a day out) with him. When this day occured i was about six years old the *sea of ankles* showing how short i was at the time!
- Date: 01/27/2009
- Tags: human anchor
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