Monday, September 16, 2019

Crusty Walls

Sunken Lane
Along paths of crusty walls 
and tangled brambles
Will time be soon left behind?

A path once of stones and dirt
Now displayed a row 
Of weeds, all now green and grown.

His footsteps had walked in mud,
Racing and laughing
Youth and friends hooting beside.

From his home, peat smoke once rose,
Fragrant over tall trees,
Brown bread baked on warm stone hearth.

Home now stones, long gone, hearth cold,
Gray rocks on his feet
Reminded him that green never leaves.

Nor will he.


Just images from my mind as summer fades makes me long for green.

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    1. You and I both want to be there. Maybe summer 2020?

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  2. You lead me visually through someone’s life, from childhood to old age, I was mentally writing the story, a feeling of Seamus Heaney.

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  3. I love the imagery that you have created. I also love the picture that you posted. I would love to walk there.

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    1. I would as well. Can almost take in that green nature scent.

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  4. Memories are always with us.
    That is a really cool photo. Fun path to walk unless there's a thunderstorm.

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  5. Nice for a changing of the seasons.

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    1. That green and the changing of seasons are incredible.

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  6. How I would love to walk that path - at any time of the year.

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  7. I love the picture, and the scenario you have created. But the ex-science-teacher in me screams FLASH FLOOD!

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  8. The photo you shared is gorgeous. I can imagine walking that same path. I was also impressed by the visual images you created with your incredible words.

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    1. Walking that path and picturing an old man revisiting it was so strong in my mind.

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  9. Fascinating place, interesting lighting during the day surrounded by trees but completely different at night I reckon. Perfect movie setting.

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    1. Clicking the site under the photo will tell you more. At night would be different.

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  10. Summer is fading, Susan, but it will return, along with its green, as it always has. Let's hope we are all here to enjoy it. A good friend of mine died last week and he will never see the green again.

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    1. Too many friends of our age are leaving the green as well.

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  11. I have seen this when hiking the Appalachian Trail, mysterious and haunting.
    I had an 8th greade teacher, Mrs Grill in a small mountain school, FINALLY get me to appreciate poetry.
    I like this.
    Sherry & jack (Sherry just headed for bed.) LOL

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    1. You would be ideal to explore writing poetry. You have had so many explorations about which to write!

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  12. Things change, but the human heart still has the same longings.

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    1. I know that at this age we are now looking at our gr-kids and hoping that we will see them become adults. But that means we will be walking down that lane ourselves.

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  13. Great poem. That's a fantastic photo. Is it genuine or did you use a special lens to make that effect?

    God bless.

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    1. I found it on Wikipedia and the site address is under the photo. It is amazing.

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  14. I don't want summer to fade either.... Love your poem and that tunnel, I need to dig one for my yard. :)

    Teresa

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    1. As a child, my siblings and I tried to tunnel to China.

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  15. Hi Susan - I'd love to walk that path and imagine the legionnaires who'd walked before, the animals that used it at night ... the many different peoples who travelled along ... so many stories.

    Loved the poem - so right for the image - cheers Hilary

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    1. Thanks, Hilary. The people and history that walked before is always amazing.

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  16. Wow that picture just draws me in and I really want to follow that trail. Your words remind us that our seasons can be both daunting and refreshing.

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    1. Walking tree lined tunnels like this one is amazing.

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  18. The was beautifully written. They go well with the picture and make me want to go on a little adventure down the path.

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  19. Susan, this is a wonderful poem. It is so beautifully illustrated and your words are magical and so very evocative of the season.

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  20. seems like a greenhole that will give me exit to my dreamworld :)

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  21. The image of the sunken lane is really quite wonderful.

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  22. I hit "publish" too quickly. I should also have said that your poem captures it beautifully.

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