While On the Hillsides
The hillsides gleam in blazed fanfare
Until their blended shadows dim
Through cloak of leaves, the ridges wear
A softened light from mossy sky
To lull the folks resting nearby.
And oaks hang low in shades of blue
While woodland hums a night’s chorus;
Inviting new stars to pursue
The marvel of wayfarers’ quest
To search hills’ path, by god’s request.
Broken Wings's Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2
Submitted 10/9/2016
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About Poem 209 Contest, Max of 10 Lines
Repost 9.21.2016/ Judged 9/23/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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