Walk with me sometimes upon nature's carpet of gold
Hum with me old rhymes
till we both grow old
Let's hear the leaves fall
on a lonely stretch of God
where the trees stand tall
upon a reddened sod
What if we hold hands
to look in the distance
we come across free lands
people lost in some trance
As we walk towards bliss
Would you latch onto me
No step do we ever miss
on land or upon a blue sea
samy
4 comments:
lovely lovely poetry.
You are a blessed child.
That is a very sweet poem which seems to ask some very poinant questions and let out soul searching answers too.
Sebastian said:
Hi samy,
Since you're write so well, I was contemplating suggesting the Dylan to you, unfortunately I forgot.
Am glad some one writes sensible poetry on nature these days.
I live in Runstraat 26 in Amsterdam. Should have some copies of Wodsworth.
If you visit Amsterdam You can reach me at Puccini's (Staalstraat 21) or Pompadour (Kerkstraat 148)
good sweet words, sam
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