19 September 2012
@crowncottage
I was born of the salt of the earth, A place where it is harvested, was the place of my birth. And from its loins I have grown. Ironic, yes, it's locally known. Although now I live nearby, I dip in its Blackwaters, give it a try. Although be careful, as it's a dark place, Where many of humans have ended their race. But what a place to go down. Surround by beauty, and community of a town. A small town that caters, for inbreds needs, And where they go to give birth to their seeds.
©Odd
A little poem, telling you a little about where I was born.
Maldon • Opuss № I