How I love the long winding road
That snaked between dry stone walls across
the moors,
Golden shadows restless in the breeze
And dance in the forgotten refuge of
loneliness.
Now I remember the dark, chilling place
With rolled up sleeves, a fierce resolve
That the journey on all I have staked
Should find my soul finally at peace.--------------
Written for Poetry Jam
wonderful little piece alan...rather fond of the long winding road myself...to arrive at the end with the soul finally at peace...that is def the real prize....
ReplyDeleteI really love that opening sentence - I draws me right in.
ReplyDeleteMe three! That first stanza really could stand alone as a poem.
ReplyDeleteNice imagery and contrast between the first and second stanzas.
ReplyDeleteYour poem reminds me of the lovely and solitary treks I've had in the UK ... wonderful memories, lovely poetry.
ReplyDeleteThis has a meditative feel to it, Alan. Nice!
ReplyDeleteI like the opening stanza in particular, Alan. I can picture the winding road through the moors. (I remember being quite excited to actually experience a moor when visiting England--books always made them sound so mysterious!) Glad you found your soul at peace.
ReplyDeleteA peaceful soul might well remember when life was a struggle and how his faith and persistence led to the present joy. Thank you for this nd for visiting my blog today.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your kind words, they are so encouraging.
ReplyDeletethis poem reels us in like fish on a line....great lines too!
ReplyDeleteHave a great week.
lovely and prose-like. i enjoy how the first line keeps the road open, as if our lives can lead us anywhere...nice read!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful adventure when it ends in peace.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful ... two journeys - one bucolic and the other a 'forced march' toward solace. This is great Alan!
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