Eternal Fog And Mist Poem by David Whalen

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Eternal Fog And Mist

Stone walls and Raven's calls
Sheepfolds in the mist and fog

rain that falls ‘pon ancient stalls
And bleached `bones of once faithful dogs

So thin the mist...yet still insists
On shaping things that no more exist

And from the highlands seem to arise
`Women's sighs and ghostly Viking's cries

Shields of leather fallen ‘Pon the heather
Fleeting traces erased by time and weather

And the only constant in all of this...
The only thing that still persists…is

The eternal fog and mist

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