Beyond Old
Ancient She stands
Proudly she looks
over the land.
Her Children died
or Moved on,
But Listen quietly
She will still sing you a song
Her heart still open
She holds out her hands
and takes in those
That others have banned.
She was here before my Mother was born
She will stay when I die
and when My great grandchildren play
She Just might then
Say Goodbye.
She Stands.
* Sorry its been so long. Much love to all.
Luna~







Lovely poem… not at all rusty Luna 🙂 poignant and elegant!