A POEM

[Baz]

The Broads? Where are they ? never heard of ‘em,

Where are they ? In Europe I wonder? not a chance,

They’re in that magical place, Norfolk, The Norfolk Broads.

The magical sunsets, The magical sunrises,

Only to be seen by wondering eyes,

Eyes of the young, eyes of the old,

Sights like these will always be told.

The mists on the water, will always show,

The mystery, the intrigue, the ghostly glow,

Where tales are told, of this watery flow.

Where man once trod, now ghosts only go.

The digging now done,the water has won,

Those ghosts at rest, all sleep as one.

Their job is done, they are at rest,

What they leave, is only the best.

A place of beauty, a place of peace,

A place for the hoards,

The Norfolk Broads.

Baz

[DelticMemories]

Don't give up the day job.

[Baz]

I do appreciate constructive criticism.

Many thanks.

Baz

[mbird]

Well I liked it Baz!

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[loribear]

hi baz, it started off abit shaky but ended up being a lovely poem, if you love poetry don't give up trying, lori