Open Poetry #2 |
The Tow Path |
Soleil Member
since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
Your northern property line Crosses my former identity South 80 degrees, 17 minutes, 06 seconds West And markers outline the boundary To take you to the place of beginning. However, I choose you to follow My towpath. For along this single width path Overhung with decades old growth trees Is the heartwood that few ever see. Although there is a public road Leading from a past certain Cross diagonally over the bridge To promises not yet promised. For I have made you trustee And keeper of the lock-box key To the outerland that remains wild, To a memory that is still a child. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Very nicely done ------------------ Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints in our heart and we are never ever the same. Thank you all for leaving footprints!! |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Nice - extended metaphor and lots of other imagery as well... |
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