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written by: Ron Kempton


By late summer my shadow knows me, I walk on the same path guarding my secret self with quiet steps.
Who is that on pathways lined with Autumn while my shadow now finishes my thoughts?
See me in the window, the snow looking for a sill to light on, my shadow gone to the cloudy landscape waiting for spring to ignite the sun.

Ron Kempton

Ron Kempton

My name is Ron, I'm a poet, writer and award winning songwriter. I've been writer since I was eight years old, I play guitar, bass, some piano. It's my life long dream to write professionally, I write short stories and I've also written two books.
Ron Kempton

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