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The Web Poetry Corner - Rick Bandy - A Private Place

A Private Place

by

Rick Bandy

Have I this pathway walked before?
Through shaded glen past quiet moor
‘Neath fog-bound trees hung low in grief
In widow’s rags, in silence weep
Their secrets kept by forest keep.

No I’m a stranger in this land
Where never touched by mortal hand
The earth communicates in kind
In low-voiced tones through ageless time
It whispers out its endless rhyme.

So I with my ideals held high
Will mock the hand of The Most High
Strive to create my own domain
A concrete-smothered sterile place
Named Peaceful Meadows or Woodland Place.

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