Poetry · September'17

Thoughts on the lake

Scattered stone

all alone –

along the lakeside.

A backdrop of hills, an natural beauty

of strength and security with forbidding stone decor

to surpass your own crumbled history.

The overbearing trees the only allusion of a roof,

to a once loved home?

Once a site to behold, now the tourist flashes ignore you,

a captured smile, the free souvenir, obscuring your place amongst the hills.

The grassy hills and tranquil water- natures triumph

captured by the triumph of mankind, a newer triumph

now more treasured then you once were

and so sits your place in hisotry.




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