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Posted by: ElspethII 04-Feb-2011, 08:07 AM
Oakwood

There is where I go to weep
Among the stones, sorrow steeped

Granite rose, moss lichened
Dates erased, names forgotten

Edges softened by the pine
Embraced by cedar, cradled by time

Flower fragrant when renewed
Resplendent death, vibrant hued

Anguish ebbed long ago
Remaining still lingering echo

There I leave my deepest grief
Among the stones, sorrow steeped


Posted by: wildBonnie 06-Feb-2011, 03:25 AM
you have a lovely way with words; I particularly love the line "among the stones, the sorrow steeped".
nice work smile.gif

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