Thistle Down

By Ethel

Hearts Haven

Illumed against the wintry sky,
A sentinel of ages gone.
Guarding well...forever more,
The vast and vallied horizon.

So masterful...the craggy heights,
With creviced, time-worn cracks.
Above the hawks...perpetual flight,
Below a path...of rabbit-tracks.

A lucid stream goes...ever on,
With frozen stream at edge.
Circling through low under-brush,
Round over hanging ledge.

This I knew...this I love,
T'is here my memories start.
And always scenes like this will be,
A haven...for my heart.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

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