My roots are so deep,
That when I am gone,
There will still be a memory of me.
Rob JosephÂ
Free Verse Poetry
My roots are so deep,
That when I am gone,
There will still be a memory of me.
I found a conker today,
A deep rustic brown,
The sunlight was shining on it,
And my thoughts of Autumn are plenty.
It seems that a glass or two of red wine, is good for the poet in me
