Array ( [sid] => 168965 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Poetry Of A Landscape. [time] => 2011-12-02 03:26:21 [hometext] => A look at the landscape of the Brecon Beacons in South Wales, a wild enchanting place. I love it. [bodytext] => Come with me to the foothills of the Beacons
Where the wind howls the devil's lament
And the trees gather like gossiping fishwives,
Ancient fingers wagging at the mountain's
As they stumble through the clouds.
Hear the sound of water, pure unadulterated freedom,
As it tumbles down the hillside,
Rising and falling in a swirl of lathery white
Splitting the landscape with a force as natural
As the first cries of the newborn child.
Hear too the pulsing beat of the Kite's wings
As she sails unfettered across the vista of wild sky.
Now, come if you will, and sit with me on the porch
And watch the moon, unshackled at last, dance with the stars
Across the ballroom of the night.
Follow me to the fire's warm embrace and together
Let us recite the poetry of this landscape. [comments] => 8 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 27 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Poetry Of A Landscape.


Poetry Of A Landscape.
Date: Friday, 2nd December 2011 @ 03:26:21 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: cashfan1
Come with me to the foothills of the Beacons
Where the wind howls the devil's lament
And the trees gather like gossiping fishwives,
Ancient fingers wagging at the mountain's
As they stumble through the clouds.
Hear the sound of water, pure unadulterated freedom,
As it tumbles down the hillside,
Rising and falling in a swirl of lathery white
Splitting the landscape with a force as natural
As the first cries of the newborn child.
Hear too the pulsing beat of the Kite's wings
As she sails unfettered across the vista of wild sky.
Now, come if you will, and sit with me on the porch
And watch the moon, unshackled at last, dance with the stars
Across the ballroom of the night.
Follow me to the fire's warm embrace and together
Let us recite the poetry of this landscape.

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