Saturday, August 4, 2012

Weathered and Gray

A fence rail weathered and gray
By rain, sun, storm, of many season's day 
Hear I the whispering echoes of a tree
Once a mighty bough with nesting birds it be
With purpose anew it stands ever firm
Its beauty shall we in heart discern
It holds many a tale in its present disguise
Life, time and a knowing wise.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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  1. Hi Rosemarie-
    great image and words to enhance. Love the fence and where it begins and ends. I wonder too who built it. All good things to ponder.
    Love to you

  2. Good Afternoon Gail,

    Thank You... and so the metaphor of those who have seen many a season pass... yes, eternal are the cycles... What IS... ever Inspired Spirit...

    Love on to you and yours,

    Rose Marie