Three Young Boys – A Poem

Three young boys sat
in the wicker porch swing
swinging just enough
to cause a creak
in the weathered chains,

an easy summer’s night
wind teased each head of hair
while in the silence
each young mind cast a wish
upon the star that could be seen
smearing itself
upon a blackened canvas.


©Shelley (Tea Shell)

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