Poems

A Collection of Poems

Victoria Bridge

I know every tree
In the wood by name
Birds that sing are almost tame
Waters lapping
Soothe my mind
When I'm here
I know I'll find
The mystery of tranquility
Elms naked
In the flush of green
Mill is silent
By the running stream
Men who built the bridge
In 1837
All passed over
And gone to heaven
Scenes they saw
I see tonight
July evening
Dimming light
Red land
Purple trees that show
here out children grow
Amid the streams
And wood supreme
Begin their lives
With this dream



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