Wednesday, 24 February 2016

a one hundredth new poem ... 'path'

Today,
I found peace
Beneath wreaths of
Fog on a hill,
In the stillness
Breathing, seething with
Affection for
This ageless land
And the men,
Women who walk,
Have walked, the
Same path - in
Good faith -
Into the dark.

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