Keith O.J. Hunt Poet Rhyme

There Is a Meadow

There is a meadow of eternal seasons.
   with climes weening a tempered breeze
   four moons night-bright;
   a shade for sitting and kissing
   neath oaken mistletoe ----
   a place to grow old
   with golden children born,
   when all without is war

There is not a hill to bound,
   nor fortuitous crest to mount;
   there is a path among friends
   cool in the winnowing wind,
 And a song most melodious for thy footfall
   lute and string;
   from thy tongue, a tune
   of olden din,
   thy lips, with honest hope
   a thousand violins;
   
Just beyond the hard places 
   and rocky roads
   (there is a meadow)

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Pernell Rodocker May 24, 2014 at 5:32 AM Deep with in there is hope and peace... We all can find this place... it is best shared as this speaks your heart... Thank you for such a touching expression of heart! PR

Just That Archaic Poet March 19, 2014 at 8:53 AM Another fabulous gem you've posted, Keith. Beautiful write; kudos :)

Charmaine Chircop March 14, 2014 at 2:28 PM That meadow each human searches for-Hopeful and beautiful Keith O.J. Hunt March 14, 2014 at 3:47 PM Thanks Charmaine, that was the idea --- felt down that day, the poem managed to pick me up....

Paul Callus March 12, 2014 at 1:45 PM Lovely poem, ending in the meadow of hope.