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Teresa Dearing

Some where over the rain bow
Teresa Dearing
Some where over the rain bow
Friday, November 2, 2007

Hallowed Hills

Rating: 3.5
Walk softly ‘cross these hallowed hills,
Wake not the spirits of dark chills.
As night falls ‘cross these harvest fields,
Where corn and soy, gave up their yields.
Fog now sends out her drifting hand,
To touch and chill the lowly man.
Light now a shrouded silver mist,
The moon griped in its mighty fist.
For in this land the ancient sleep,
Secrets kept the mysteries deep.

Walk softly ‘cross this hallowed keep,
Lest those spirits seek your soul to reap.
Teresa Dearing
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COMMENTS
Anil Kumar Panda 15 July 2015
Sever runs down the spine.Nice drop.
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Chinedu Dike 15 July 2015
Lovely piece of poetry elegantly penned in poetic diction with lovely rhyme scheme. A beautiful poem written with conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
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Kim Barney 15 July 2015
I see that you submitted this poem in 2007 and edited it in 2011. It needs another edit in 2015. I'm sure you meant The moon gripped in its mighty fist instead of The moon griped in its mighty fist. Congratulations on having it selected as Member Poem of the Day.
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Kenneth Maswabi 15 July 2015
This is a beautiful poem.I like it.Thanks.
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Jasbir Chatterjee 15 July 2015
It's a nice poem...I can imagine you walking through those hallowed hills cautiously. Which place is it?
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