What Killed Him Poem by Ray Mather

What Killed Him



He did not see the thing that killed him,
Too intent on what had thrilled him:
The early sun on the frosted trees,
The Christmas Card look of Winter’s first freeze.
This was the scene that so appealed
As black ice on the bend took him into the field.




© Ray Mather 2005

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joe mama 15 July 2020

nothing man I'm joe mama

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Ray Mather

Ray Mather

Loughborough, Leicestershire, England
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