The old yard


Lost in a bleak summers day
of old carved stones
and mossy grass that will not moan
I dare the coming to carry light
that I again might see the why
all things come to pass.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-07-08 at 15:34

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Bob ...I believe this one to be one of your best...

"I dare the coming to carry light
that I again might see the why
all things come to pass"

Consider yourself lucky that once were able to see it...

Most people can't make this claim

Really enjoyed this poem....

Stan
2008-07-08