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Herds Of Silence

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Written By John P. (Rick) Boyle

As the weeping willow bows
To soften the shadows of the deep…
‘Neath the hickory and their brows
Mine eyes obey ~ My time to weep…

And it is through this special time..
That my breath can not hold on…
To the mother river of rhyme ~
And her thoughts she banks upon…

Sadness is best ~ Without words..
‘Neath the weeping willow tree….
Whilst the birds of demons flock the herds..
~ The herds of silence… Beneath me

© 2016 – 2017, John (Rick) Boyle. All rights reserved.

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Now this is poetry. Taking words to the forge…bending and shaping them until they shine with beauty. What more can be said?

Pagan Paul
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Another wonderful write Rick. Sad and melancholic, with a hint of optimism :)
PPx

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wow is right! bkmk and 50 stars

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