Carolyn Ford Witt

Rookie - 80 Points (1943 / Indiana USA)

Misty Morning - Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt


It is a misty morning
As I walk along the trail.
The fog..hanging softly
Like unto a misty vail.

Silence walks the parkway
As I tread so softly there,
Enveloped in Your gentleness
My has no fear.

The trees....Their faces craggy,
Stand large
Standing at attention
Before their mighty charge.

The stream so softly gurgling
As it rushes down the way,
Swiftly flowing water...
Going to another day.

My mind is held in awe
As now I hear you say,
'My child, I'll always love you,
Just let, now, come what may'.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

By Ms. Caroline

© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights rese

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Ben Gieske (9/25/2009 1:26:00 PM)

    A delightful read. It sets a nice tone and creates a pleasant feeling. I like the pictures you create:

    Silence walks the parkway

    The trees....Their faces craggy (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 25, 2009

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