Natural Landmarks Poem by james watkin

Natural Landmarks



Abiding for centuries.
Adjust to the seasons;
Landmarks; not man-made. Built up
Against most horizons.

Of the wind god's, and water's
Smooth clasped workmanship.
High walled and steepled; as this
Yon holy mountain.
Whose snow plaster boards o'erlain
Sun melts; strip by strip.

Friday, May 27, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: mountain,snow
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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