The Mind's of Time

by Ken W Simpson

Our gardener's name
was Gray
about the time
World War Two began

Aged seven
I hardly noticed
the crouching man
with the leather wrist band.

Middle-aged
and slow of movement
he continued weeding
not looking up.

He never said a word
which didn't bother me
and since I was shy
we failed to communicate.

When the time came
for afternoon tea
my mother cried 'Gray'
from the kitchen door.

I can see him now
beside the verge
introspective and silent
and wonder who he really was.

From: 
Ken W Simpson




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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an Australian poet specialising in free verse., A number of my collections are available online at Amazon and elsewhere.


Last updated February 24, 2014