Fallen are the castles,those ruins left behind in time,where are the bards and minstrels but beneath the walls of rubble and loneliness is the last voice that sings in the quiet of desolation...
I love your flow, you are handling your lines well..great poem..:)the desert rose (@Beeros75)
Enjoyed the poem, thanks for sharing it on Twitter
Beautiful! I am working on a write using old english - you did so well!
I can sense being "carefree" throughout this poem. I enjoyed it as well.
i think man has forgotten the deepest desire that burns in him still...that world of loving nature still exists and man can return to nature when he is shunned by his own kind....
very nice tribute poem..:)
Beautiful...thank-you very much for posting your beautiful work here...If you are inclined and interested, we are producing a book/dvd of Chris McCandless's photographs and writings. Feel free to write to me at firstname.lastname@example.orgMost warmly,Heather