I was here as morning chill begins to bite
and the early winds plays havoc with its early morning risers
Leaves turn and turn a golden brown
Then float gently down and down
Spreading wide
Its frozen winter blanket
Geese fly southwards
Crows fly north
Squirrels gather berries and their nuts
Sparrows keep on chattering
Pigeons keep on swearing
Natures screaming
Its getting cold
I’m feeling old
Winters closing in quicker than you think
Winters shouts and shouts with glee
I’m here
I’m here at last
And autumn dances gently past.
And Christmas comes with pleasant cheer
About Me
- jamiemccoy
- I was born in London.I started to experiment with drugs at the tender age of 11. My mother was a registered drug addict, and stepfather was a weekend binge drinker. I went to a secondary modern school when I was not stoned or asleep - always sat at the back of the class as it was thought I had learning difficulties and was disruptive. I left school not being able to read and write. A regular user of amphetamines and cannabis which progressed over the years to heroin. By the time I was 21 I was a full time addict and homeless. I begged and stole to feed the habit and by the time I was thirty six I'd been to prison - even when I was released I struggled to keep any accommodation because of drugs. I was 48 when one Christmas I had an epiphany. No plan just a crazy idea and decided enough was enough. I threw the bag of heroin I had just brought into the Thames and has been clean ever since. I have also learned to read and write and have written and produced my own books of poetry. I have also written a children’s book and am now writing a play even though I've has not actually seen one! The day my life changed was the day the Thames got stoned instead of me.
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