A Low-Town Walk

A Low-Town Walk

A Poem by Shane Hogan Poetry

I see the sun  
above the sky so handsome  
It shines all day down upon my face 
as i look above  
with all the power of my being 
I have to sit down 
Just to embrace my day 

I kick a stone  
it rolls and it does tumble  
A tired rock  
That takes all in its day  
As it starts to stop   
as if it was never moving  
The dust starts to settle  
it has found its place to lay  

Just to save our souls  
our spirits are freed   
from our body's  
Just to have a say  
we sometimes cannot speak  
When we walk along  
we can hold our hands together  
We can look at death to understand our life's  

I feel the grass  
the blades that grow so freely   
A breath of green  
that does not rue my lungs  
I taste the start   
as it was in the beginning  
The free grass grows  
around the land it loves  

I take my time  
Not to be ignorant and notice  
That the road is stable to my feet  
and that the world i knew  
if it meant noting   
Ill be a thought to you  
to think about one day  

© 2013 Shane Hogan Poetry


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"When we walk along
we can hold our hands together
We can look at death to understand our life's

I feel the grass
the blades that grow so freely
A breath of green "

A very good and well written poem...Thank you for sharing...:)..................


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Lovely images and wonderful thoughts shared. Beautiful poetry Shane!

:) Julie

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love how the poem grows verse by verse and becomes more and more in touch with the world around it
good one shane

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Avery thoughtful piece of writing.I get that everything ends up as it should,where it should be and how it got there .Well written :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A lovely piece. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"When we walk along
we can hold our hands together
We can look at death to understand our life's

I feel the grass
the blades that grow so freely
A breath of green "

A very good and well written poem...Thank you for sharing...:)..................


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this poem a lot - it packs a lot of emotion into a simple form. There are a couple of things however, and oddly enough I just posted a mockery of myself and my tendency to spot and point out misplaced apostrophes, so here goes nothing. First point very minor, in my opinion, the piece would work well without the word "Down" twice in first stanza - removing the first one makes it flow better, to me, but take that as you will. body's should be bodies, and life's should be lives. Umm, yeah, I continue my reign of tyranny against the misplaced apostrophe. What can I say? Some teacher somewhere must really have hammered that point home. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shane Hogan Poetry

11 Years Ago

Thanks, I'll try to be more aware as i'm processing!
This kind of reminds me of the song with the lines: I love to go a wandering
You have collected many random thoughts and placed them nicely into an interesting piece of writing.
there are some verses that look like you wanted to make them rhyme and others that look freeverse, but it still reads well.

Try not to be redundant in your use of descriptive words.

Trace

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shane Hogan Poetry

11 Years Ago

I like how you contemplated my approach! I'll Try! Thanks for the Advice !

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Shane Hogan Poetry

Co. Kildare, Leinster , Ireland



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