Endless Vistas Poem by Ernestine Northover
Endless Vistas
I sat upon a grey slate rock,
and looked into the distance blue.
There on a hill I saw a flock
of sheep. Eating the green grass, new.
Gazing with awe at this charmed scene,
sunbeams began to pierce the haze,
and shine down on this site serene.
One of those sweet halcyon days.
The bleating of the newborn lambs.
The warbling of numerous birds.
The watchfulness of angry rams,
guarding their offspring in the herds.
Our countryside shows wondrous views,
that please the eye when first discerned.
Endless vistas for us to choose.
Our sheer delight, each one has earned.
© Ernestine Northover
Sterling imagework, young lass! Youe resplendant depiction took my mind's-eye to th' velvet fields, of Kilkenny(of which i've never been...but someday will) Your penchant for creating pictorial poetics is more than impressive. ~ F j R ~ __2008__
Hi Ernestine. This vista is in my own eye and I see it clearly, you have held a wonderful rhyme all the way through. a very special piece of work has to be a 10.10.10 thanks. Regards Dave T
Hello Ernestine. I love this country fresh scene. It was like I was there myself. Great poem. A '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
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9/22/2024 4:57:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i have always loved the english countryside. great poem.