Stone sundial, an age old keeper of time,
You stand forlorn.
Motionless, soundless, waiting for rime,
Lichened and worn.
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Dear Ernestine, I truly enjoyed this poem it reminds me of an unusual sundial I saw at the Jesuit Retreat Center in Wernersville, Pennsylvania. There were some truly beautiful gardens there. Lovely write! Blessings, Debora
Ernestine, I think what we see in the familiar is a reflection of our inner qualities, and this speaks volumes about yours. Wonderful poetry and sentiments! jim
ERNESTINE>>>YOU'RE BACK! ! ! YIPPEE! ! I love the way you can take almost any subject and personalise it, give it your touch A wonderful piece for the garden or home, speaking of which I hope that your move goes gently, not too much stress.a cup of tea and a biccy in between Love duncan X
A great write Ernestine, a very emotive piece of work. Andrew xxx