The trunk of the boisterous tree,
The brooke spirinting free,
The lofty wrinkled hill,
Drenched little hornbill,
Cradle of the gleamy valley,
Wild deer and boar doth rally
The prodigy of this earth’s ally.
The calmity aloof from calamity,
Enthralls the legal soul of legitimity.
But can the bullies against the blanched belly
Entreat the losing battle with the festered fidility?
The curves beckon as we crave
To carve the memories in the plainsheets of prolific posterity.
The nemesis of insanity traverses back
To the reminiscence ot our ancesteral past.
The woods are green that melt the light
And paints the hue of darkness.
Oh! Make my exixtence everlasting
By my tainted words.
Let the monuments of docility
Be the lucid laments of this stupendous serenity
And wild thoughts of this bewildered minstrel be prophetic till eternity.
Author notes
Hill in Spring season is Nature at its best. This is where God rests.
A contest entry
- Adoration and Appreciation by Silver Sionnach.
1800 points, ended November 21, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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what an impressive mind you possess. The language eloquent, the thoughs beautiful.
Well done.
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This is amazing. I love how you wrote it. Lots of rhyming. Written very well for sure. I love how you paint a picture here.
Thanks for sharing
~*Lady Serenit
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