Wednesday, September 24, 2025

Statues Comments

Rating: 5.0

One Morning when the fog was rolling in its billows
I was walking on a little cobbled path near the willows.
My wandering feet carried me to a hedged gate
‘Yond was a flower garden with a fountain to precipitate.
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Timber Koleden
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Rob Lamberton 26 September 2025

A meaningful moment beautifully captured in this detailed poem!

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 25 September 2025

A wonderful and engaging poem with a beautiful story. I like how this poem was crafted. Very touching with compelling images. A great tribute to statues. Well done and top marks.

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Anjandev Roy 24 September 2025

This is an outstanding piece.... thanks for sharing....

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