Poem -

While Drowning off Padliegh Hill

a near death experience that still haunts me

I doubt,
after all this time, you will ever
understand
just how insignificant I then felt
or quite simply
terribly overshadowed and small
Smaller even
and less important than that old
gilt framed
knot tying achievement award
that still sits
to the right-hand side of my now
late great
grandfather’s old writing desk ..
Which for some
reason, I was reminded of while
drowning and
desperately trying to crawl out
through some
rich kids rigid red plastic tube ..
Invariably stolen
from the playground of some
local school
which had been thrown in the
deep end of a
swimming pool off Padliegh Hill ..

 

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Tony Taylor

Amen Brother!!.....I have had a similar experience.....several in fact.....and your opening lines are deadly accurate.....that feeling of insignificance.....the epiphany of it......the humility instilled......PINNED!!......thanx for sharing this brother.....I do believe there are many, many, of us who can relate!!......Bravo!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )

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Neville

Thank you, Tony T .. in a strange kind of way, its kind of reassuring that there are others out there who understand where one is coming from ............ AGT's n a dozen or so rockets to ya :)

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