Journey

Journey short poem

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Been climbing every mountain
And crossing every stream
Been dreaming of this pleasant land
And of things I’ve never seen

Been hanging onto cliff tops
Been wobbling on the bridge
Been stuck in every canyon
And jammed in every ridge

But without this adventure
I would not see the light
I’d still be stuck in no man’s land
Instead I chose this flight

The grey has turned to brightest blue
The mist has moved aside
The sun belts down upon me now
I’m sweeping with the tide

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Shaun Fennings

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I'm a 47 year old with two sons, Sam (22) and Jim (19). I love poetry, music and fashion and work for a local company as a Finance Manager.My brother and I are both on the road to sobriety, after some very ugly and interesting experiences..my recent post 'The Sad Old Drunk Without a Head' is pretty much based on how we recall our boozy experiences!My brother (Lee) and I are currently embarking on a journey - 'The Picture Poet Society', which aims to capture our thoughts and feelings in pictures and poetry..we then hope to co-write a book on our 'Road to Sobriety'..which we believe will be inspiring to others that wish for a life without drink..so watch this space.I hope you enjoy my work and am always pleased to hear feedback..good or bad..mistakes will be made along the way..it's the only way we can strive to improve.Thanks! Shaun
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