Smouldering of light <br />rises slowly in the east, <br />our land is blushing. <br /> <br />Amongst clumps of thorn, <br />the wooden monuments <br />of a life long gone. <br /> <br />A scene emerges, <br />for early luminosity <br />shows burial places. <br /> <br />Echo’s in the mist, <br />hold hidden memories, <br />still untouched by time. <br /> <br /> <br />Bob Blackwell <br />06-07-2011<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-rising/
