Snowy caps of the mountains
With the snowfall,
Mist and fog,
The gusty winds blowing hard
And sighing by
But also a picture of life.
The woods full of eerie silence
And the evening descending upon
The forest tract
In full mystery and charm of its own
Leading me to
Where I belong.
But the mountains denuded and barren
Telling of
What man has made of man,
The woods telling of a silence
After the exit of
Its wild inhabitants.
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a. daryl nielsen replied after seeing this on his poetry posts thank you, I actually appreciate your additional poems on these posts - best to our day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! a telling poem with a sad note. Read mine - Wide Open Spaces - Adeline