And what’s to be said When dastardly Hell is done And the road once walked Has since been run From the sea to the valley Oh may it be clear That the hike to the mountaintop Will e’er shed one’s fear
Fear
Category: 8 line poetry
A scene
Time raced past midday to afternoon light and saw a glint in the sun on the field in the farm Smile dropped in - Joy came to stay and the dog said will anyone throw a ball and come play
on one knee
On one knee he looks into her eyes a wan smile sleeping there and seeping through His pallid face a picture of distraught despair his life a salty sense of breathless air
bird leaf tree
Bird perched on branch by leaf of tree Bird flies the sky leaf falls to ground In Soil bled are roots of tree How long each on Earth shall be
