This Isle Poem by Phil Soar

This Isle



You know me don't you?
This isle
This piece of land that holds you in
Carpeted in green and pleasant sights
Trees so old they ache
Branches so old they break
Flowers so beautiful
Views so plentiful
Streams so clear they reflect all
Mountains so tall
And wonders all
You know me don't you?

Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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