Peter S. Quinn

Mont Saint Michel - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is a fairytale place
That reflects its dream
Through centuries of grace
In waves of ocean stream

Mont Saint Michel
With a garden of its light
So much of timeless spell
In search of wrong and right

This place Mont Saint Michel’s
In centuries of glows
And hundreds sounds of bells
In rising highs and lows

Where trust in God was true
Like mountains stood high
In its conviction onto
The heaven blue deep and sky

This place where life is creed
And the good shall survive
A tree to grow up not cede
But stay and prosper contrive

The fruit of blossom coming
Like spring comes in its truth
Full insignia blossoming
In eternal of our earth’s youth

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 28, 2009

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