I fired a rocket in the air,
It exploded with much flair.
And it caused the crowd to cheer,
I wish that my love had been here.
I found a small stone at my feet,
It was polished and painted neat.
I was tempted but it I did not fling,
I gave it to my love set in a ring.
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
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