The monolith stood grave
and silent
surveying his domain.
Once a proud beacon;
a symbol
for his people.
No longer.
But he is not
forgotten.
The songbirds
now sing
his praises
and the breezes
carry
sweet fragrances to him.
The rainclouds dance
and gently bath him
and the sun shines down
to wrap him
in warmth.
The Way Stone
will watch over this forest
until the songbirds
no longer sing.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to SuE Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. If you’d like to join in, you can find out all about the fun HERE.
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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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This is gorgeous, Penny.
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Thank you so much, Sue! 🙂
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May the songbirds long sing. A most thought-provoking poem, Penny.
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Thank you, Audrey. I was happy with how this one turned out.
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Such a lovely poem. Let’s hope its praises continue to be sung for a long, long time to come.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful poem from a very ordinary photograph. Great writing x
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Thank you!!
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