All Alone in a Crowd

Poetry and Thoughts of a “Child of the Sixties” Tristan-Paul J. Hand

Journey’s End

Beyond the white drifts
Of Winter’s cold crystals,
Is journey’s end.

A destination
Started so long ago.

It’s hidden out of view,
Just on the other side
Of the approaching vale,
And nestled near the glen
Of all my dreams.

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January 24, 2010 - Posted by | Age, Death, Faith, Nature, Poetry, Thoughts, Writings

1 Comment »

  1. Beautiful poem…
    Lindsey Petersen
    http://5kidswdisabilities.wordpress.com

    Comment by 5kidswdisabilities | January 24, 2010 | Reply


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