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Post by johan on Feb 11, 2011 12:23:47 GMT -5
Pulpit Rock
Today I stood upon Pulpit Rock below me the heaving sea before me, the ocean bare to Ushant with the four tides flooding free
Scratched there upon the top of Pulpit Rock initials of the brave and hardy who stood and gazed upon this land this Dorset of the poet, Thomas Hardy
The worn stone upon the top of Pulpit Rock where when I was young I stood upon and scratched my name with a rusty nail beneath my father's, and now my mother's son
This rock, when the tides full flood and stormy seas prevail, stands on her own as I do when I gaze out to the sea where yesterday's I wandered free
Now old and lame, it's not the same though Pulpit still she stands there will be a time when we will intertwine when the seas will share my name
Where once again I'll stand upon this rock feeling the winds and spray there I'll be her guardian, in spirit forever there I'll stay. [/i]
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Post by sunny on Feb 11, 2011 21:04:36 GMT -5
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Post by purplespirit on Feb 12, 2011 9:50:03 GMT -5
Simply wonderful beyond words Andrew and this poem really proves why you had to move back home to where Pulpit Rock keeps standing! Thank you. Ursula xx
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Post by rrw on Feb 12, 2011 12:36:13 GMT -5
bery thoughtful, but without remorse. Stunning use of language in this poem. A very clear image of time passing by... but nature still her rugged self. Nice.
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Post by farkas1 on Feb 15, 2011 14:26:14 GMT -5
Hi You know, I do not post and read much but I have been around for a while. I believe you're poetry has improved significantly since I first read your writing. This poem is an absolutely first class write. Loved it. Farkas1
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