them


them lines,
forever etched
upon a sunburnt face.

them steps,
pencilled poems
versed admist memories.

them hands,
attesting claims
chiselled in time’s doctrine.

them words,
echo wisdom
contracted to children.

© Leroy Wilson

About Stayne

Welcome to my page and thank you so much for stopping by. I feel honoured to share some of your precious time. These are just a collection of thoughts that have popped into my head and I have managed to store here. I am hoping that one day I will find the time and inspiration to return to these thoughts to edit and craft poems out of them...ah maybe one day.
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6 Responses to them

  1. jhanagan2014 says:

    them dreams
    melting hearts
    damp eyes flowing love.

    Like

  2. Recie says:

    Beautiful! Love the simplicity and direct hit of your words. Powerful!

    Like

  3. oh this, oh this is, this is good!

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