The small village was lite by the lamplight alone,
While a sailboat was anchorage at its pier.
The boardwalk was warmed with the soft as rain glow,
Lighting the way for both stranger and kin.
The sun is setting and soon the path will be dark,
And the hallo of the lamplight, alone, will show.
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Lamplight
A contest entry
- Wonderful Words [CONTEST] by Touchof1der.
600 points, ended March 26, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I love the image you have chosen to accompany your poem. It reminds me of a quaint old town in Ireland somewhere. Your words and the image mesh well. Thank you for taking the itme and making the effort to enter my contest. Good luck!
♥ Touchof1der -
Lovely
Quaint village, by the bay, as fishing boats depart for daily tasks ansd the rituals continue. All is quiet, neighbor know one another and a close exists, as all have a common theme, survival.
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