Choired Land

I stood aloft the mountain, clouds in reach my mortal hand,

Aloft I stood the mountain,

Below laid a choired land.

 

Below the rolling valley, her blanket sailed in grass,

A place where all time stands,

Held perfect in gentle clasp. 

 

A perfect moment that will stay, forever it shall last,

Once stood my prayers present, 

Now sits my heavenly past.

 

Standing I stood where many a mortal did stand,

Below sits choired valleys, 

That hymn this miners land.

 

No need to open my eyes, no need to awaken from dream,

This land laid out in front of me is real, 

As many sleeping eyes have dreamed.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

(Images my own)

 

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13 thoughts on “Choired Land

  1. Effortless beauty of words ! Let no doubt remain, you Mr Hasler are a Poet . It reads as a ‘tumbler’ paints me an image and leaves me in thought, perfect ! I’ll now read it again, why ? Because that’s what your words compel the reader to do and this piece is no different.

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