The Winslow Man
Curiosity as I saw this man sweeping leaves
Ivy clad walls on red clay bricks
His life lines etched his weathered face
Hair white gold skin leathery
Calmness with speech from up north
Not Winslow born yet local in this rural vale
I never asked his name nor he mine
Two strangers past in conversation
Yet I stole that time he unaware
A twin now made for you to share
© 2010
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From the sleepy rual town of Winslow in Buckinghamshire to LA.
Around the world in a click!! What a strange world we live in.
And this man was just sweeping leaves….
Mitch, I love the moody snap and divine poem…XXX
Thank you darling XX
This is incredible…I just now saw the man’s two profiles…I just saw an abstract before…it took me an entire day to see the man!!! Magic!