Bob Blackwell - ! ! ! Morning Rising

Smouldering of light
rises slowly in the east,
our land is blushing.

Amongst clumps of thorn,
the wooden monuments
of a life long gone.

A scene emerges,
for early luminosity
shows burial places.

Echo’s in the mist,
hold hidden memories,
still untouched by time.


Bob Blackwell
06-07-2011

Bob Blackwell

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