The Glen

The Glen

A Poem by Lloyd B. Wolf

Misty Glen I dream of thee
Now, my darkest hour
Softest grass of emerald greens
Golden sunlight fills thy fields
Stretching on forever
There she waits upon thy hill
Beneath your willow tree
Death undone I return to you
My love; In now, my darkest hour

© 2012 Lloyd B. Wolf


Author's Note

Lloyd B. Wolf
Any suggestions on how to improve this poem or comments on why you like or dislike it are greatly appreciated.Thank you.

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Fantastic descriptions and it evokes a great sense of imagery. The rhythm of this poem is also very interesting. Great piece!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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