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Across the Pond
On the page their words are always leaping for joy
They tells the tales of every man those who love all things natural -
They carefully steps where perhaps a friendly phantom may have been -
Through the wood, or rocky hollow, always something new
Never to miss the unique birds songs by the giggling brook
Or the roaring wave of sea spray
They spy the dry lace moss of fallen stone walls...
Etching invitations to the fairies seasonal balls -
Although I am so very far, their vision brings me nearer...
To the beauty of the lands that lends paths to their feet.
Perhaps They will allow me one day to walk with them -
Even if only in my dreams
© JP/davh
Wordle 82: phantom, brook, rocky, hollow, leaping, dry,
although, new, walls, never, birds, wood
How lovely. It would be nice to walk there someday, wouldn't it? I love 'dry lace moss'.
ReplyDeleteI love the cadence of "They spy the dry lace moss of fallen stone walls..." It falls beautifully on the tongue, Jules. Well done.
ReplyDeleteDreams can take us to the places we miss and want to return to. This is a lovely piece, filled with nostalgia and longing.
Delete"Dry lace moss of fallen stone walls...
Etching invitations to the fairies seasonal balls" is gorgeous!
This is elegantly written and rich in colorful imagery and hopes and dreams. I particularly like the last three lines:
ReplyDelete"To the beauty of the lands that lends paths to their feet.
Perhaps They will allow me one day to walk with them -
Even if only in my dreams."