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Hillside Sentinel: A short poem about morning on Lake Passagassawakeag
Posted by Douglas, Aug 13, 2008. 1951 views. ID = 1586

Hillside Sentinel

Posted by Douglas, Aug 13, 2008. 1951 views. ID = 1586
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Being on a lake seems to inspire poetry as much as climbing mountains. :)

This is blank verse. Iambic Pentameter, no rhyme.
This post has been awarded 53 stars by 12 readers.
This post is Part 4 of a writing series titled Lake Passagassawakeag.

The misty ghosts of vapor slowly spin,
And churn their mournful way across the lake.
Pursued by daybreak's warm and bloody hues,
They slowly, and in silence, disappear.

And high above the placid, rippling waves,
A wooden cross with cracked and peeling paint
Is fiercely touched by morbid crimson light -
A grim and solitary sentinel.

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This post has been awarded 53 stars by 12 readers.
This post is Part 4 of a writing series titled Lake Passagassawakeag. The next part of this series can be found here: Steadfast Mutes.




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