Over hills and valleys
where you came
searching for a better way is her aim
passing over perils and dangers
that lies below
On the other side
A warm summer breeze blow
where green grass pertrudes
Through the melting snow
On this side there is food to eat
with comfortable places at night to sleep
Out in the plain the children can play
In the soothing beam of the summer sun ray
Back for her belonging she must return
Only to realize the bridge has been burned
This is a wonderul profound poen Milton. I really liked this. Welcome to authors den!The people here are great! Thank you for your review of Inspiration Lived. Come by again some time.
This writing is very thought provoking! Once we burn a bridge, we cannot go back...and that is the sadness... Unlike when we close a door and a new one opens.... Your mind is so alert to the happenings in our lives...and I really appreciate your talent. hugs, lindalaw
Burnt bridges mean forgotten relationships that can no longer be returned to. This poem brought various thoughts to mind, and the lines give much room for reflection.
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Deep and meaningful .
We should leave the return path open ,
who knows we may need to find our way .
Paul
Regis
To find the bridge burnt. . .
So now it's up to you. . .
To throw her a rope. . . .
If there's any chance of hope.
This poem swayed along. . then POW . .hits hard at the end.
Doug
With Love,
Cindy
Cynthia