Echoes

by Rhinehalt   Jan 1, 2006


Echoes of olden times
Still ring true today.
Not many hear
The song of nature's call.
The haunting cries
That lay to rest in
Running creeks
And oaks' old roots.
The winding memories
Over leaves of green
And into the fire flowers
Sing out to know
If any care....
That they disappeared.

Does any hear
The echo cry
Of the winding woods?

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  • 12 years ago

    by Yakori bint Muhammed

    This reminds me of longing memories of growing up. Still hunts one in this time of lost of self-esteem, if only old times can resurface and consume the anxious person; the subject, then life will be worth the while. Its pure, relatable and simply assimilative. Very vivid scenery, i like how the flow takes you along without any flaws. Beautiful, God bless you, Cheers!

  • 18 years ago

    by StormShadow

    A great poem, I like its tone and flow.

  • 18 years ago

    by .:*Nicole*:.

    Wow! Your poem makes mine sound, well, not very good! That's an amazing poem.

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