this field
is a river
I see my face
reflected
in her waters
~
this field
it is a river
I feel her waters
rippling
across my face
~
this field
that is the river
I feel her
carry me
carry me
towards
the widest sea
~
this field
~~~
this field
is a river
I see my face
reflected
in her waters
~
this field
it is a river
I feel her waters
rippling
across my face
~
this field
that is the river
I feel her
carry me
carry me
towards
the widest sea
~
this field
~~~
Another beautiful poem that recalls this tragedy so well and so poignantly.
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Thanks Anne. There is such a lot of depth of potential in each picture.
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Breathtaking
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Yes. Unbelievable.
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I am loving this my friend.
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Hi Walt. I’m delighted you’re enjoying these so well.
There will be more when I get time to download some pictures and organise what I have before me. These first have been testing the concept, so to speak.
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It’s a brilliant concept and a great reminder on the true horrors of war.
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