The Valley Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

The Valley



I have this dream of a valley, rich and high in the Smokies unchanged.
and a long lazy cloud floating up, where my hopes for tomorrow remain.

Yes the smoke in my mind's eye does rise from a fire that burns in my brain.
I have this dream of a valley, where everyone knows your true name.

In the hour of doubt and confusion when the days dry and whither in vain.
I return to my home in the valley where carefree I welcome the rain.

The Valley
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,home,hope
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Glen Kappy 20 August 2017

Edmund, I like how this poem begins in the first stanza. You're striking there on something many of us feel. I wonder if/how you might change it if you came back to it- hence this message. Me, I reserve the right to tinker with my own work as much as I want, always, of course, by capturing the feeling or inspiration of the original. -Glen

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Margaret O Driscoll 12 April 2016

An enchanting piece, an enchanting place!

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Edmund Strolis 12 April 2016

Maybe most people have a daydream where they find peace. They seem a perfect blend of possibility and fantasy. Where these impressions come from is a mystery. A painting? A dream? All I know is that they are a sort of perfection. A place where all of the senses come together and contentment fills the valley.

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