There is a road not covered here
That lays upon the shadow land
Continues for a thousand years
Prepared before the breaking dawn
Of clover fields in endless song
From memory entwined in youth
And stepping on to cobblestone
That we could hear the sound of feet
So swift to chase the glimpse of years
Upon the face we call our own
2013 Tom Squires
Tom you take the reader on a journey a beautifully written journey
You definitely have a rhythmic flow to your poem, it's soothing, lilting song takes us along, dancing to your tune. Imagery is superb, I can hear the feet stepping on the cobblestones within my mind. Very unique style you have, I love it. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
That is good, has a Robert Frost flavor. Read mine - Frost Flowers - Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful piece of artwork...I could read it many times in a low tone..10+