Grace and Solitude
Mid serried peaks and waterfalls
Flow crystal streams o'er ancient slate,
'Tis here I find true solitude
And with my soul, communicate.
Here I sit in quiet grace
Ne'er a sound but natures song,
Where naught to do but drink it in,
This is where my heart belongs.
So oft I come, and spent a while
To fill my lungs with mountain air,
Then feel my spirit lift and soar
And for a time... I have no cares.
Entry for
Grace and solitude Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
23/4/2020. Placed 2nd.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2020
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