Natures Gran Stand
Mountain peaks draped in full regalia
invite not weakness
nor strength through shear numbers,
it beckons, gaze upon its beauty
pristine, untouched,
natures grand stand.
Natures Gran Stand
Mountain peaks draped in full regalia
invite not weakness
nor strength through shear numbers,
it beckons, gaze upon its beauty
pristine, untouched,
natures grand stand.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Natures Gran Stand | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
The Old Salt | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
Land Of The Desert | 1 | 10/22/2009 |
Daydreaming | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
Facts Of History | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
Songs Of Love | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
What Is War | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
Impact of Writing | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
Land Of The Desert | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
It Is You | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
Renewed | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
Loneliness | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
A New Love | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
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