A Touch Of Heaven Poem by sylvia spencer
A Touch Of Heaven
Everything was peaceful with only the sound of the breeze
blowing softly through those tall pine trees
On the marsh, there was no flood like winter time
just puddles of water that had gone into decline
This is a favorite place where you and I go, where
a memory remains of a pace that is slow.
The Stiffkey Marsh that we used to pass everyday
has now become our place where we love to stay.
Gone are the days when we drove straight past
because we were too much in a hurry, to make the
splendor last.A nature walk that goes on for miles with
people chatting as they cross the styles.
We have now discovered a place of beauty, a treasure
chest full of natures booty. A wonderful place that holds
the meaning of love, if this is Heaven then lift us above.
So many of our lovely places are disappearing that it is truly a joy to find the ones that are left, and use them, and treasure them because they ARE disappearing. And the added plus of having someone you love to share it with, and walk its paths with....how wonderful!
You took us with you on this journey through nature Sylvia. Beautifully expressed. Lovely read and a pleasure to do so. Love Ernestine XXX
This is a beautiful poem that simply shines with peace and contentment. Almost Heaven indeed! Love, Sandra
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5/2/2024 3:08:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
WOW! I know of this feeling oh so well, a place where my brothers and I used to play called MONKTON FARLEIGH This piece is so, so, true: Gone are the days when we drove straight past because we were too much in a hurry, to make the splender last. Amazing, The hauntingly beautiful (A TOUCH OF HEAVEN) Love duncan X