Hold You

As I sit at the Sea beggers wood,
Wall of the Emperor before,
Campsies and Ochils distant,
As if they were mountains,
On a far away land,
I speak of the calling,
Wherever you will go,
I long to hold you close.

Memories run
thoughts linger
Of the times you and I had
Battles we fought
The grass still shapped
where we lay

I miss you
I love you
I long to hold you again

As I sit at the Sea beggers wood,
Wall of the Emperor before,
Campsies and Ochils distant,
As if they were mountains,
On a far away land,
I speak of the calling,
Wherever you will go,
I long to hold you close.

© 2005-2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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