Where once he stood the grasses grow
The leaves still rustle high and low
Where once he walked the path still wends
Through shades of green, round little bends
The elm and poplar stately grow
Yet silently as if they know
The earth was silenced long ago
Where once he stood
A lofty tower does bestow
The grandest view to land below
He walks, he walks his plot again
On wondrous trails that never end
Where measured acres brightly glow
With silver trees and golden snow
Yet fox and sparrow seem to know
Where once he stood
Please tell me what you think
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Thank you for your kind comments. This poem is about my father and his favorite place to be. A few acres of exquisite land which he would daily walk or just stand and gaze at the green hills and now I imagine him to be walking his acreage in heaven.
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loved this , beautiful flow and just simply delightful read cheers for sharing
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Well penned!
Seems as if a painting inspired this thought provoking piece! Truly enjoyed the style, choice of words and to the point this was!
Thank you for sharing this! Keep on writing!
~Night
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This is amazing! The imagery is so beautiful. It makes me think of myths and legends and all the descriptions in Tolkien.
A fantastic read, thanks
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I like it!
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This is really beautiful, I can see why it was selected to be spotlighted on the front page in the "In the Spotlight" section. Nice write!!
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This was lovely, i thoroughly enjoyed, and you will be going on my favorites list.
With the Northern Winds Be Borne, Poet
Sincerely, SS
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This is beautiful, I loved it.
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Magical!!
Magical! A wonderous and most marvelous poem! Mysterious and sad, just beautiful, gorgeous...this IS what poetry is supposed to be! Oh, did I say that I love it? I do, I do indeed!!!
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