It was a special time
It was a special place
Where we lived, loved and made bread.
I with fourteen other people
Of the same thoughts and minds
The confusion and our rules
Somehow worked
People of the street
Girls looking like boys
And visa versa
Yet everybody cared
For everybody else
No harsh words
Lots of cuddles
Listening to music
Until the dawn
When the clink of milk bottles
Revived us for another day
My time there does not fade
But becomes a distant, happy
Nostalgic echo across the years.
(learning to live with others)
willow moon pearce
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-year-in-sussex/
