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written by: Henry Bladon


In my happy memories,

we walk towards the pond in the misty air,
we walk into the meadow and through the buttercups,
we walk on a carpet of leaves in the autumn,
and we walk through the churchyard covered with virgin snow.

I remember the wooden gate, the muddy path,
the hoar frost, the fierce wind, the freezing rain,
the blossoms and the budding cherry trees.

But all that is in my memories.

And now, I would give my heart for just one more walk with you.

Henry Bladon

Henry Bladon

Henry is a writer of all types of fiction based in Somerset in the UK. He has a PhD in creative writing from the University of Birmingham and runs a writing support group for people with mental health issues. His work has been in entropy, 50WordStories, Bloodaxe, The Ekphrastic Review, thedrabble and FridayFlashFiction among other places.
Henry Bladon

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