Friday, November 2, 2007

Hallowed Hills Comments

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.
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Teresa Dearing
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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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Teresa Dearing

Teresa Dearing

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