. Fog
Over that mountain the sun is shining
Over that mountain it's day
Here in our valley the fog is hanging
Over a world of grey.
Over that mountain our children go climbing
Seeking the modern way
Here in our valley our hearts are pining
For those who've gone away.
Into our valley the sun is peeping
Into a distant day
Over that mountain our children come seeking
That which they've thrown away.
such a repentance is hidden in it: Over that mountain our children come seeking That which they've thrown away.
Love this poem. It took me immediately to a mountain valley. Very well written
A fine write to remind us of the fog of time that lingers and the sun of change that burns it off and reveals a new and ever changing day but inextricably linked to the good things of the past.
the words just just randomly come so often amaze me. such powerful images both on the surface and at that deep level
((Just words that seem to run together)) ... of course words form a string of images and ideas when they come from a master hand, they don't stay as just words, but become a meaningful poem...! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem with a beautiful flow to it.