Walking upon the shores of Walden pond
grasping what had been said so long ago,
seeing these woods, the heart grows fond
standing enchanted, by the cove of Thoreau.
The sun wanes into twilight, a glimpse fades
I could almost see the hut, beneath the trees shade.
Author notes
The picture prompt.
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie - JPG & Phrase by Namita.
300 points, ended September 13, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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a nice memory you paint of such famous and fantasy times for us all.
good form and meter
Tamara
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You've given us a vision of the phantom Poet's haunt so very well in this.Poets may live and die,but the inspired muse' lives eternal.Such is the price of inspired verse.
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Brilliant penning. Thanxx much for the beautiful rhyme and good luck to you.
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Excellent
Beautifully penned. I just loved this. Great entry for this contest. ~Pamela
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Lovely
Beautiful, tranquil and inspiring. The gorgeous picture sets the mood.
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