My Enchanted Valley

by Yankee4youSt. Albans, Vermont, USA

Sep 2019 468 Views 4 comments

My Enchanted Valley

Green are the emerald hills and dark blue waters
Long and chilled until the dusk turns them to grey
Cold as rocks reached in its open spray
Where seasons watched come and go
A place where dreams will never grow old
Where fog will roll into its misty harbor
Like a giant breath until all is vanished
Into the past even the days will grow old
But never this love of place will grow cold
Where the green green grass of home
Is never far away from its blue blue waters

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Posted: Sep 2019

About this poem:

Descriptive write about the place I call home.

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salamunaDeventer, Overijssel NetherlandsSep 7, 2019

Beautiful description Chris. I can imagine your "place where dreams will never grow old"
Thank you for sharing it. Lily

Yankee4youOPSt. Albans, Vermont USASep 7, 2019

There is no place like home....... that metaphysical state where you find refuge from everything else.

Rachael_0622Big lake, Alaska USAApr 20, 2020

Yankee4you

The green green grass of home by Tom Jones & others
Reminds me of my first home
A special place in my heart
I so wish Michigan didn't
get damaged by the auto factories
but it did
Dear fragile hearts
Sentimental memories
Rachael_0622

online today!

southmiami4321Tampa, Florida USAApr 20, 2020

Nice write Yankee. There is no place like home. I always enjoyed living close to the water and at this time being able to see the beautiful Tampa Bay through my window. Thanks for sharing my dear poet. SM

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