A Path He Trode
Softly,the path he treadswithin this placeof ancient trees.Where forest canopyhigh above is spread.Herein is wherehe has laid his dead.This place, wherethe remains of loveand his children lay.This be...
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I really liked this. The mood of it was hushed, respectful, in keeping with the subject - very nicely done.
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That depends upon ones definition of "soon". There is one more path, one that he will tread softly, with more care.
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Thank you, one is never sure that the words convey what the mind wants to say. Your comments are appreciated.
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You make death beautiful with carefully chosen words.Oddly (and appreaciatively), I think you brought death to life with this poem.
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Thank you. There is beauty in all that surrounds us, even death. Its just that sometimes we have difficulty in remembering to look beyond the physical ugliness of it all.
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Yes,I quite forgot that the celts had a thing about trees. Thank you for the reminder.
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