The deepest leagues
would crash against the regions
where the mountains fell,
Beside the place she used to sell
the homes and bones of local dwellers,
Beyond the reach of fortune tellers
where my Bonnie lies
The buried gifts and matching skies
detaching eyes in matching seasons
Reasons left to empty bottles
wander off without reply.
Author notes
This poem never fails to remind me ofthe shores of Summer. Hope it does the same for you.
A contest entry
- Summer by HannahBrookeXD.
470 points, ended May 14, 2007, 15 entries
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This is a very good poem. I adore the second stanza. -
Yes, this is a beautiful poem! It definately does remind me of the shores of summer. =) great job -han
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