Refugee From The 1950s

Refugee From The 1950s …

Walking down a street so clear

So safe and un corrupted

Everything needed in life so near

Where nothing is disrupted


Envisioned are a faithful land

Providing all life’s friends

A cohort with who to invade the sands

Which life itself does send


No worries to concern one’s brain

While flying all about

Inside the heaven dropped rain

To run with joy and shout


The weaved pattern in my life’s grain

Is what it’s all about




Donald Loudon

Donald Loudon

I have been writing since 1967, basically as an emotional release, but in the last few years I have become interested in creation of forms as well as being socially accepted by my peers. So, here I am. Relate to me, please!

6 thoughts on “Refugee From The 1950s

    • March 19, 2018 at 4:43 PM

      Thank you very much, Phyllis, for your kindness, and much appreciated support!

    • March 20, 2018 at 6:08 AM

      So much simpler and freer. Those who took massive advantage of that time are much the happier. Thank you, John, for your kind visit and much appreciated empathy!

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