Appalachian (Remove filter)
Buried in the Sunlight
This poem is for all those who find this life a trial. Keep on keeping on, as someone once remarked.
Buried in the Sunlight
Eleanor played the pipes as a piper should,
flying light with grace and flair and swing,
with airs like a wind band in the deep greenwood:
dancing her careless heart towards an Appalachian spring.
All who knew her, all for whom her life seemed bles...
Monday 5th February 2018 12:52 pm
Recent Comments
Auracle on Shimmering Light
5 minutes ago
Holden Moncrieff on Is it?
48 minutes ago
Wordseffectbrew on Piñata Earth
1 hour ago
leon stolgard on Is it?
2 hours ago
leon stolgard on Just You
2 hours ago
leon stolgard on Beneath an audience of Stars
2 hours ago
leon stolgard on SPIKE-LIKE
2 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Tales of the Riverbank
2 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Shimmering Light
4 hours ago
Tom Doolan on One Tear at a Time
4 hours ago