I used to pass it on my way to school,
an eerie place with a tumbled-down fence
and gates that groaned on windy days.
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Love your use of Dicken's words in this lyrical and descriptive piece about your childhood. You paint your picture in rich Gainsborough colours - with an appealing shift of tonality in the last couple of lines. Excellent poem. love, Allie xxxxx
Nicely done... The title got me, and the first line told me I wasn't mistaken. Thanks. Dan Hanosh Dreams Are Yours To Share
The master lyricist at work! Rgds, Ivan