Sonnet #2

Take me to where the creek runs wild and cold,
Where all the rocks glistened like they were gold;
The holler whispers secrets of the past,
Those memories of peace and hope shall last.
The ashes and the leaves cover the ground
Where rocks and tracks or footprints would be found.
The power lines were stretched for miles on end;
Upon the hill you hear the message send.
I sit atop the rocks and feel the breeze
As I daydream, for my mind is at ease.
I hear a calling of a voice, so fair,
And come back to earth, a feeling so rare.
I stand up to continue on the trail
To walk by faith, for I shall never fail.

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