I gazed across the valley
at the mute, brown hills beyond,
dappled with dark, round, oaks,
that remind me of Africa's veld.
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Very poignant. This poem is a treasure. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra
A beautiful and humble hymn of reconciation to the limits of our vision.
A very stressful outlook Max, it is the idea of not knowing, that is so sad. A lovely write, slightly mournful in its way, but a delight to read. Loved it. love Ernestine XXX
Add a comment.how I love forces of nature