Alone again-
As the sun rises from it's deep sleep...
As the dove builds her nest
in the dying dogwood tree...
As the dove builds her nest
in the dying dogwood tree...
As day fades behind the dry hills
And night lies dark and still...
Alone again.
Copyright 2008 By-Barbara J. Kirby Davis
8 comments:
Although this poem may seem a bit sad and haunting, it is nevertheless, the life of many.
As I traveled a street here in town almost daily, I would always see this white-haired elderly lady sitting alone in her living room beside a big window. She was always alone--always sitting there. I think she must have passed away because she's no longer there. I wrote this simple poem with her in mind and for all those who are forgotten by the world.
I liked the poem before I read your explanations in the comments. I thought about the times I escaped from my busy life for just enough time to notice such things as you describe. Nice job!
Yes, that poem is so true.
I received my package today. THank you!! It's is beautiful and so soft!! I love scarves and enjoy wearing them.
I've put a picture on my blog.
Blessings
Patty-So glad you like the scarf. Keep watching for another give-a-way.
Pat-So glad you liked the poem.
This was wonderful. You have a sensitivity in your writing that speaks volumes.
Linda- Thank you for your kind words.
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