Beyond this road a restless sea,
A mountain lake or sullen stream,
A river coursing through a theme,
Reflecting skies not guaranteed.
How oft’ we stroll in sheltered thought
While miles away the babies cry,
Mere sustenance in short supply
Still what they need cannot be bought.
Somewhere in time, a child’s not home,
Misplaced by storm or war-worn town;
And yet they smile, though they could frown
Someday, somehow - they’ll up and roam.
My thoughts walk paths with saddened folk
Whose children fight for freedom’s sake,
Yet 'round the world each flag will drape
All that remains of tyrant’s yoke.
And though I walk and breathe fresh air
Or gaze across uncluttered scene,
I know of towns where winds blow keen,
Choked full with smoke - in disrepair.
Beyond this road, there were the signs
Those sages left us in the past,
That what we had won’t always last
Beyond this road the changing times ...
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Author notes
as I walk along, I wonder ...
A contest entry
- Beyond This Road... Picture Inspired by Frodofan.
600 points, ended January 31, 2008, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The American Dream Winklings Contest #98 by Lyndon.
8000 points, ended August 5, 2008, 21 entries
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Wonderful, I reall felt this one.
So much pleasure to be had from the final words.
I do strongly identify with the theme of "life is
change". Best to you with this beauty! Blue -
Wow, now this is deep. Again you've driven a home a point that many of us prefer not think about. I count peace and stability as two of the many blessing I have living here in the good ol' USA. Congratulations of the trophy. Well deserved I might add.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Just running through once more before the final decision. Thanks again for entering.
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I love the rhythm. Sounds of many of the old poets. Thanks for entering it. So refreshing.
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Your poem ranges near and far, over scenes of loss and misery, yet I find hope in changing times. I'm not sure about the question mark in line 14 and "disrepair" seems like a mild word. Your meter proceeds evenly, and this is well said. Best of luck!
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