something <br /> draws me <br /> to this place <br /> quiet <br /> peace <br /> the sound of water <br /> spilling over stone <br /> empty echoes <br /> wind in winter <br /> lapping lakespit <br /> rain <br /> dripping down <br /> sedges softly <br /> is it a need <br /> a call <br /> being answered <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> May 2005 <br /> ©Martin Swords <br /> <br /> written in glendalough, <br /> wicklow ireland, in winter<br /><br />Martin Swords<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calling-10/
