Jim Sularz

Rookie (December - 1949 / Minneapolis, Minnesota)

The Austrian Pines - Poem by Jim Sularz

Deep in a Black Forest,
lost along a mystic stream.
Where the winds still whisper,
a thousand untold dreams.

Enchanted shadows,
kicking frosted leaves.
Sleep at night’s darkness,
wake upon a moonlit breeze.

Castled ruins in disbelief,
sap blistered lips unseen.
Singing Austrian pines in chorus,
beneath an idyllic scene.

Dancing high betwixt the hills,
hide an’ seek, and make-believe.
Pine cones popping tear-dropped treasures,
wave a kiss goodbye, “Auf Wiedersehen! ”

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  • (12/18/2011 4:22:00 PM)


    Really enjoyed this. A great poem.
    A really good write.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 19, 2011


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