Keep On Dancing - A Poem By Darkwing
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Keep on DancingCome, take my hand and walk upon these hillsWhere Saxons tended sheep and manned the mills,
Agonies you suffered friend, 'tis true,
But now you show the strength I know is you. Walk away with teardrops in your eyes,Lift your head and look toward the skies,See the clouds on zephyrs drifting by,The dance of life is here, on hilltops high. Rolling hills with wondrous Weald below,Turn around and see the tidal flow,Chanctonbury Ring on distant hill,Feast your eyes, your very soul to fill. See the larks rise up from grasses green,Behold the gift of nature's changing scene,Breathe ye deep and know your treasure's great,For having graced these hills, it was your fate. Distant Pan Pipes play a merry tune,Step the dance of life 'neath silver moon,Know I walk beside you all the way,Watching Sunset colour skies of grey.
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Thank you, my friend. That's the way I envisage the Downs in days gone. I can go up there and let my mind wander! :)
Brightest Blessings.
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bright_sorcerer says:
10 days ago
I love the pagan flavour you've injected and love of the land - it's history, secrets and people. A tantalizing, almost medieval mood you've been able to portray....at least that's my impression as I read this. I really enjoyed reading this piece, my friend. Like a bit of a mind vacation.
Blessings.