web analytics

– – – o O o – – –

Welcome to the website – below is a random post from the site – browse latest posts on the right hand menu, and above all, enjoy your visit here! Comment below or on the poem that takes your fancy and tell us what you think!

~ Tomás

She Walks Not the Paths I Find Familiar

She walks not the paths I find familiar
Underfoot clear ground and sound stone
That I have walked heretofor in life
Foot worn slabs trod often and alone.
She walks the paths of the briars and the shadows
Where rocks to trip exist and mud to slip
Path of the raw nature of those of Eden
With only Divine planted Vines on which to grip.
Lest I fall, fall deeply, risk getting hurt
Should I broken, at the bottom of this abyss be found
Having misjudged my step, through dreams more than planned steps
Came foul of the Garden of Edens rough ground.

Hers are not the paths sound underfoot... but of the moor, the bog, with all the hazards of walking life...  Photo: Bog at Edenmore, Ballinamuck, Co. Longford
Hers are not the paths sound underfoot… but of the moor, the bog, with all the hazards of walking life…
Photo: Bog at Edenmore, Ballinamuck, Co. Longford

Comments

comments

Comments

comments