Sunday, 1 August 2010

Write a poem about Derby. Don't use the word Derby, or any words beginning with s.

Running risks and growing up fast.
Concrete benches and grassy knolls. Endless days that never turned into night.
Pointless memories.

That was the happiest time.

Home was a place to grow from and not look back. Routines to be broken and faces to forget.

I left it all on the bench we always used to go to, by the river.
I took back the necklace, it was the first.

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