The Broad Crown of the forest giant stretched into the sky,
Mingling with Sunlight, Cerulean and diffuse Emerald shadow,
Inviting, Enchanting, Calling….
.
The tower stood guard,
watching,
waiting,
seeking the face of enemy and friend alike,
the first line of defense and the final battleground,
but the ancient stones had also seen secret loves shared,
heard the echoes of children’s laughter,
and tolled the hours of the day for centuries.
Secret now,
sinking behind the growth of bordering wood,
the tower reminisced and was silent.
.
Silver and bronze,
United in a quiet cote,
Listen in breathless silence
To lyrical birdsong,
Cicadal droning,
And the whispers of travelers
Stooping in its luminous shade.
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~Morgan~
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(Images taken by me at Longwood Garden’s, Pennsylvania)
Truly beautiful words, Morgan; and a rich expanse of human scenes stretching over the years.
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Hi Jet. Thanks so much. It’s a beautiful garden and so visually inspiring 😊
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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I love how the photos connect with the imagery in the poem.
Brilliant. I love the feelings behind the words.
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I usually try to connect my words with imagery and am so glad you enjoyed these…. thank you ever so😊😊😊
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Beautiful photos!Loving Photography
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Thank you so very much 😊
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