Young alder grazing the slopes
Of river bottomed valleys.
Distant tree line upon the ridge,
Sleeping quietly under calm
Skies of serenity’s embrace.
The distant rapids running;
Their white wigs tumbling,
Over ancient stone tales,
Fossilized remnants of
A million yesterdays,
Their history,
Secreted away under loam,
Embraced in shale and stone,
Their memory,
Resurrected,
By a travelers’ dreams,
In respite under pine’s
Loving arms,
Her needled sighs,
A sojourner’s bed.
Just below a traveler’s path,
A tired wanderer lays his head,
He hears the whispers,
Of grazing alder,
The sun’s last breath,
In red.
Night sky arrives,
In gloried star light,
With moon beam lullaby,
Day’s journey retired,
Night sky, dim fire,
Warming a traveler’s
Slumbering dream.
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reminds me of a time i wish i lived in
good job, this is wonderful! love it
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Thanks very much for your comments on this poem much appreciated
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This is just beautiful!! Very relaxing and tranquil, a wonderful piece of word art. The visuals you penned are breathtaking.
Blessings,
Amy
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Thank you Amy
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your so right. This is a very calming write. Im having such a stessfull day and this poem made me forget for a moment.
thankyou
Its beautiful and bursting with images.
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Thanks so much for reading this piece and for your kind words. Much appreciated
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