Open Poetry #1 |
This Wonderous Place |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
I stroll along God's promenade As walk along a country lane In awe the beauty he hath made Upon my face a morning rain. 'Side golden fields of farmer's grain Wild flowers bloom in sweet bouquet Cattle lowing, bovine refrain Amid the grass in distant lea. Down in the dell, white picket fence Sits white cottage, of gentlefolk Yet in my thoughts, I have a sense Am not awake, have not yet woke. Am I worthy of wond'rous grace That can create such beauteous place. [This message has been edited by Tim (edited 07-15-99).] |
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Gentle Soul Member
since 1999-07-12
Posts 273Vinton,Ohio USA |
wow.. that has such a nice vision.. and great rythm and flow.. nice touch! ------------------ Gënt£ë¤§°û£ |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I found this beauty hiding under a rock! Lovely, Tim as always! |
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Sue Member
since 1999-08-04
Posts 383France |
I walked with you when I read this poem. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Good morning Sir! Time for a repost, I think. Yes, I do think so! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good lines |
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