A Lament From The Cally Lake Poem by john (called jack) wren

A Lament From The Cally Lake

Rating: 5.0


Spring has gone with silent tongue
and left her with no doting young
eyes filled with tears are shed
across her face the gently tread

A grieving weeping misted cloud
holds her gently in a shroud
hiding the breaking heart
that is tearing her apart.

Is her gloom so unsurpassed
is a heart eased when tears are cast?
oh, to remember former things
like being touched by little wings
and watch them romp and play
until the day they are cast away

The Sun rises, and goes down
the Cally Lake holds to its frown
in every thing there is a reason
under God's will in in every season.

Thursday, September 2, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvia Frances Chan 02 September 2021

Excellent poem so very pleasing to read.5 Stars full, dear Jack Sir! I have enjoyed your brilliant poem

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