A poem expressing the echoes of our past and how these things can serve to shape our future, if we allow them.
An echo rests upon the wind
Speaking of love and light
And all the things that we defend
As day turns into night
It ricochets over the trees
And ‘cross the hills of green
With such precision, grace, and ease
To mark the days we’ve seen.
The echo resonates from youth
When simple treasures reigned
And fills our hearts with lasting truth
Much like what was ingrained
When we, as children, learned of life
With all its highs and lows
Finding our way through stress and strife
When darker days arose.
While in memory of childhood years
The echo tells of hope
Allowing us to cease our fears
And find the will to cope
For when we search inside our souls
Our destiny is pinned
By the resolve to reach our goals
Through echoes on the wind.
© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|This is an excellent write, I've missed reading your poems
|Reviewed by Cathrine Hottran
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Oh this is awesome Jill!!
Thank you girl for sharing this...my first read of the morning!!
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|If we would learn to remember the lessons we have learned, our days and future days would be a lot smoother and happier. Great message, Jill. Excellent rhyme and meter.
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|A very rich poem, filled with hope and wisdom,
Birgit and Roger
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Great poem about perseverance.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Beautiful wisdom in your words; excellent poem! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Ah, yes indeed, if we would but listen to what our past says to us, our furture would be much blessed. Very well done.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Beautiful wisdom in verse--very well penned. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.