Nature seems to suit my style lately. - 17th August 2011.
Hatred banished.
Deer roam lovingly whilst
Archaic mines rot -
Fetid and forgotten.
Serene life;
Plentiful and wise.
Polished, grown,
Yet still chastised.
South facing sun;
Dry and withered.
Hawk glides with splendor
as tracks painted rust -
Origin now trusted.
Ravine deep;
Mystery of old.
Nature with a heart,
Nature we're told.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Solace.
Solace in unison;Hatred banished.
Deer roam lovingly whilst
Archaic mines rot -
Fetid and forgotten.
Serene life;
Plentiful and wise.
Polished, grown,
Yet still chastised.
South facing sun;
Dry and withered.
Hawk glides with splendor
as tracks painted rust -
Origin now trusted.
Ravine deep;
Mystery of old.
Nature with a heart,
Nature we're told.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2011-08-17 at 22:25
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