saint marys church yard harrow on the hill

that shady peace within that we did wander as frail mortals be
among the wise non seeing eyes that smiled at our tranquillity.

steep green assent of rustling leaves, speckled sunlight through the trees, children at play, a far off view, memories and thoughts anew.

a span of time wisdom unfolds a twist of fate mine might now hold to kiss the dew on halloed ground such gentle capture found.
George.w.dye 1979
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Posted: Mar 2016
About this poem:
in the churchyard of st marys , right next to harrow school.
a plaque on the wall said Byron used to sit on that seat and compose, so I thought id have a seat and composed this.

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hongdam
Real poetry, a joy to read - thanks!
Redex
abeautiful piece I enjoyed reading the richness and peace in the poem.
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