high winds
and the smell of coal fires
memories of Borth
© Rachel Green January 2024
early evening sun
low enough
to send the shadows of apple trees
through my bedroom window;
the sound of a wood pigeon
calling from the orchard
and the words on a page
filling my young mind with adventure
and the myriad futures
open to mankind.
© Rachel Green January 2024
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