Monday, April 29, 2019
Secret place
There is a field,
Secluded by trees and bracken
Upon a high hillside,
High above the rooftops of a cottage
And singing stream -
Memories of my grandparent's house,
Encircled and protected
By the sand quarry wall
High upon the hilltop -
Looking out towards the mythic
Mountains to the west -
Ancient tales-shadows and whispers
In the forgotten chronicles of time.
A place of jousting knights
And heraldic deeds -
A scabbard in stone, waiting -
Faery folk dancing in the dark
Diamond sparkled night,
Or the rendezvous of flower
Laureled lovers-
Last lair of dragons -
Final fight of some rebel band.
Ancient tales- shadows and whispers,
In the forgotten chronicles of time.
The hill is steep and forbidding
I will not climb there -
Maybe enclosed and hidden there,
Lies the verdant pageant
Of my lost youth -
,
Secret place
There is a green field
Secluded by trees and bracken
Upon a steep hillside
High above a steep hillside,
Above the rooftop of a cottage
And singing stream -
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