! ! ! Morning Rising Poem by Bob Blackwell

! ! ! Morning Rising

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Smouldering of light
rises slowly in the east,
our land is blushing.

Amongst clumps of thorn,
the wooden monuments
of a life long gone.

A scene emerges,
for early luminosity
shows burial places.

Echo’s in the mist,
hold hidden memories,
still untouched by time.


Bob Blackwell
06-07-2011

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Charles Darkly 17 January 2012

You are rapidly becoming one of my favorites on this site. I'm definitely going to sit down on an evening and pour through your work. Fantastic write.

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