Footprints Poem by Barbara Moyer

Footprints

Rating: 5.0


Cold grey marble
Soldiers erect,
displaying
their
etches.
Black withered roses
bow heads,
praying in
silence.
Embedded footprints
crackling frost,
leaving
powdered
dust.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Barbara Attaway 22 January 2007

I believe I have been here! At least it conjures up a moment from my past in D.C. You have a beautiful talent. Barbara

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Barbara Moyer

Barbara Moyer

Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
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