I Remember The Little Things Poem by Paul Warren
I Remember The Little Things
I remember the little things
The friendly smile on a cobber's face
The gentle cool breeze on a summer's night cordon
The first cooling touch of the sea after a day shift
The mirror's reflection of my first blue
The sitting with mates and a beer
The first day with the thin blue line
The last time I wore the blue
I remember the little things.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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