Poetry 2

At Dusk

at dusk

liminal bells ringing~

listen, a Meadowlark is singing!

17 January 2008

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The Lark Ascending

As thou ascendeth from meadowsweet

and idle poppies,

morn doth shine

upon thy sonnets,

wreath'd all who hear

21 June 2008

The English Country Lane 

Picture by Jan Minter

There is no path I’d rather roam,
than these narrow lanes about my home,
to leave my troubles far behind,
as I follow its track to places kind.

Past verges green and crops of gold,
up gentle hill, along valley fold.
past flower meadow, over silver stream,
as I lose my thoughts to natures dream.

Perhaps this is the path my ancestors walked,
where a lonely shepherd dreamt, where lovers talked,
I feel their spirits wander by,
as we journey unseen together, beneath summer sky.

A distant church spire, tall and grand,
beneath which villagers pray, for health of their land.
I join with them in a silent prayer,
for the beauty around me I see,  I solemnly swear.

For along your path there is no wrong
just pretty flower, and bird of song
Natures beauty all around,
to fill my sight, to fill my sound.

Past English oak, through pastures new,
wherever you lead i shall follow you,
for you are my England, you are my home
and along your country lanes, my soul shall forever roam.

This made me feel really emotional, really lovely,

I would love a copy of it, I wish I could print it out, but I guess I will have to copy it by hand,

Thanks so much Chris and Sarah

For those of you wondering who did write this poem, it was POE's very own Chris!

Is he brilliant or what?

Well done Chris, it clearly reflects the beautiful area in which you live, with words that mean so much, thank you!

Thanks Diana, I have tried to do it but can't get it to work, I will take a picture of it,

YES  I have taken a picture of the poem (my grandad was a shepherd) and we lived in the country, it is so meaningful.

Wow, Chris, what a lovely poem!!