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Under the ground in hollow hill,
Sleeps the Dragons, living still,
Heartbeats so very very slow,
So their presence few will know!
Mighty race once so strong and proud,
Flew the winds and roared so loud!
Now they lie oh so stiff,
Oft mistaken for a cliff!
Around them now slopes have grown,
Horns mistaken for standing stone,
Nostril seen as a cave,
But dont go in, unless your brave!
Past deeds now reduced to Myths,
In the forgetfullness of times mists,
Once again they could return,
What upheaval that would churn!
Awareness locked in endless dream,
Yet nothing be quite as it seem!
Neath the lonely autumn sky,
Sleeps the dragons, who know why!
Suzanne Read
18th November 2010
Sleeps the Dragons, living still,
Heartbeats so very very slow,
So their presence few will know!
Mighty race once so strong and proud,
Flew the winds and roared so loud!
Now they lie oh so stiff,
Oft mistaken for a cliff!
Around them now slopes have grown,
Horns mistaken for standing stone,
Nostril seen as a cave,
But dont go in, unless your brave!
Past deeds now reduced to Myths,
In the forgetfullness of times mists,
Once again they could return,
What upheaval that would churn!
Awareness locked in endless dream,
Yet nothing be quite as it seem!
Neath the lonely autumn sky,
Sleeps the dragons, who know why!
Suzanne Read
18th November 2010
Suggested by an image I got whilst driving to work yesterday, of the hill to my left actually being the body of a sleeping dragon, dusted with earth and trees, who knows what he dreams!
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I just love it!
You have skill and the power of imagination and the gift to find the true words.
Now I will never walk over a hill as usually.
You have skill and the power of imagination and the gift to find the true words.
Now I will never walk over a hill as usually.