Ken's Poetry

Thoughts

When I think of trees
I think of autumn days
and you and I
wading through ochred leaves,

and when I think of waves
I see the ocean brim
on summer seaside days
and you and I
sparkling in the sea,

and when I think of fields
peppered with poppies
and dandelion smiles
I float away
to where you and I
lay in the shining grass,

and when I think of you
I think of days we stole
when we were young,
the gentle care we took
pleasuring ourselves,
just you and I
when we were free.