on the horizon, full sail ahead,
prayers for steady winds,
calm seas,
open skies.
setting sights for the Old World
the soil from whence our fathers sprang,
the stems from which our mothers bloomed,
vines wending over walls and wells.
stones, weathered, moss covered,
broken, standing vigil
over dust to dust
ashes to ashes
sand, soil through my fingers,
inhale, taste, feel, listen -- listen
for echoes from the canyons of yestercentury
along the streets of Saints Stephen and Maria
shhhhh . . . listen.
nature is magical.
ReplyDeletelove the imagery in your words.
Enjoyed this, awesome talent.
ReplyDeleteInvite you to join poets rally week 42 by sharing a free verse today.
Hope to see you in!
Have A Blessed Tuesday!
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