This is, alas, what some people will see,
a hole as black, as black can be.
But I looked closer, deep down the hole
and saw some nurture for my soul.
I saw a web, fresh made at dawn,
when frost still covered winter's lawn.
The spider's waiting in the dark,
well hidden, or she'll be caught by lark.
I saw a creek, in Autumn's golden gown,
with leaveless trees and reed turned orange brown.
The silence, it could be almost heard,
was broken by the song, of a lonely bird.
I saw a mill, which vanes were slowly turning
and to the past my heart was yearning.
When cars and planes were not around
and the tread of horses was a natural sound.
I saw a church in evening's sunset glow,
where faith and hope in people's heart still grow.
I saw all that, when I looked down the hole,
which seemed so black, but lightened up my soul.
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I quite like where you are heading to with the poem as well. It has a perfect rhymescheme (en nu iets in het Nederlands: Het lijkt me dat mensen die een andere moedertaal hebben dan de voertaal van AP veel beter kunnen rijmen) and off course, the imager... great job!
