A Poem by Darkwing
Keep on Dancing
Come, take my hand and walk upon these hills
Where Saxons tended sheep and manned the mills,
Agonies you suffered friend, 'tis true,
But now you show the strength I know is you.
Walk away with teardrops in your eyes,
Lift your head and look toward the skies,
See the clouds on zephyrs drifting by,
The dance of life is here, on hilltops high.
Rolling hills with wondrous Weald below,
Turn around and see the tidal flow,
Chanctonbury Ring on distant hill,
Feast your eyes, your very soul to fill.
See the larks rise up from grasses green,
Behold the gift of nature's changing scene,
Breathe ye deep and know your treasure's great,
For having graced these hills, it was your fate.
Distant Pan Pipes play a merry tune,
Step the dance of life 'neath silver moon,
Know I walk beside you all the way,
Watching Sunset colour skies of grey.
Published by Darkwing
I am a Seax-Wiccan, living in West Sussex, in England. I love to read and write poetry and being at one with nature. I self-published my first book of poems and one short instructional story, on Lulu, en... View profile
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4 Comments
Post a CommentThank you very much for your comments. They're not so distant lands for me... only a few miles south of here, probably eight. :) Thank you also, for taking the time to read my poem.
Brightest Blessings.
Thank you very much both for your comment and for taking the time to read my poem.
Brightest Blesssings.
What a beautiful poem! You lifted my spirits way up.
Awesome poem, you really took me to the hills of distant lands. I loved it.