Saturday, January 10th, 2009 | Author: KEB
As shadows fall on my heart
and evening grows near.
A groaning call from the dark,
stirs dreadfully grim fear.
The howling winds at my back,
cuts deep into my brain.
The frightful bends and the crack
of trees expose my pain.
As thunder claps in the night
and lightning fills the sky,
the timid act on their fright
for fear that they might die.
The woe inside is conceived
from stories filled with dread.
when not denied, but believed,
into that realm we tread.
Have no dread of idle fear,
for it can do no harm.
Keep instead a beaming cheer
and spread a joyous charm.
Copyright © 2009 Keith Blackie
Category: Poetry
Sunday, 11. January 2009
K,
Very nice!
I like this one “a lot. ” :smile:
Mark
Monday, 12. January 2009
Wow.
Tuesday, 13. January 2009
:oops: I hope that you guys aren’t just saying that … :oops:
Tuesday, 13. January 2009
Now K, would we lie to you? Of couse we would : )
That being said, this is my favorite one yet : )