thou art such a trample
with feelings
when my son gushes
his heart over the wire
but you laugh on through
check your spite not- so
much you wish to amuse

by Michael Witkowski

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This is one of those poems which, if you love him, you love his music and his love of wandering over the hills, saying the poem to himself. It is a wonderful picture in the midst of the darkness of Ireland that this man could find such beauty, such peace in the silence of the glens.
A poem of great imagery and depth.
Nature favours you
on reading this poem the second time, I admired the beautiful scenery of this shadowy waters
......I like the imagery of nature ★
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