Swift, the Rills

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swift, swift, the rills do run swift, from high the mountain swifter, tho', the running years flowing through life's fountain creep, creep, the brumal mists creep 'midst fells and highlands creeping 'round the peaks and years mem'ries drowned like islands drift, drift, my dreams to sea drift, like thought and feather drifting toward a mortal bloom thick with highland heather sleep, sleep, at last to dream sleep, bides blessed and meek sleep, come press a kiss goodbye... so sweet, now... 'pon my cheek.

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Ann Peck

Date: 1/24/2022 3:31:00 PM

Beautiful poem, Gregory. Congratulations on your First Place! I tried to pick my favorite line, but they're all beautiful :)

Barbara Peckham

Date: 8/13/2021 7:01:00 PM

This is beautifully crafted. A marvelous piece. It drifts lightly through time and space, and the vocabulary is lovely.

Robert Lindley

Date: 8/8/2021 4:56:00 AM

Another top-class and beautifully woven creation I missed reading my friend. Yes, this is without any doubt a true masterpiece in this old poet's judgement! I do so very fully agree with my friend Gina-- AMAZING! And a fav.. God bless...

Unseeking Seeker

Date: 8/2/2021 9:14:00 PM

Wow! A delight to read! A mood elevator, congrats on your win, Greg. I’m marking this as a fave

Christuraj Alex

Date: 8/2/2021 7:01:00 PM

Real Rhyme with jinglings. Beautiful Creation. Congratulations on your win!

Joanna Daniel

Date: 7/22/2021 2:11:00 AM

A lovely rhyme, Greg:) great rhythm and flow:)

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 7/19/2021 3:23:00 AM

WOW! I love this. You're an amazing poet! God bless you always, Love, Gina

Gregory Richard Barden
Date: 7/21/2021 4:00:00 AM

Thank you so very much, Gina, this one is special to me - it is the sister poem to one I wrote a couple of years ago called "Soft, The Bells", that I believe came from a place without - the creative conscience, a higher power, whatever you wish to call it ... one of those that just flowed. It's really special when that happens! Blessings! <3