We found a place
To call our own,
A place so peaceful
Not far from home.
***
We sleep under the stars
Make love under the moon,
There’s nothing stopping us
From making love at noon.
***
We’d fish for our food
And camp on the ground,
Always up high on a hill
To ensure no crocodile found.
***
The Fitzroy River is the place
The place we call our own,
This is where we will always head
When we want to be alone.
***
The river is the place
Where our love will grow,
This is as definite
As the river that flows.
**************************
If you liked my writing, please click on the small heart underneath, near my name. Or send me a tip and let me know you enjoyed it.
****
Please click the link below my name to read more of my work. I would also like to thank you for taking the time to read this today and for all your support.
If you enjoy this piece, you may enjoy this one too.
About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
Keep reading
More stories from Colleen Millsteed and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.