Walk In Peace (terza rima sonnet)
Walk In Peace (terza rima sonnet) Today I walk in peace, to the woods alone I have so many friends, that live there always The dew still lingers, peace like I've never known There's the big beech tree, where squirrels often play So beautiful, so stately, with bark divine I have thought often, here I would want my grave I can not bring myself to call this place mine My maker's hand prints are all over this place Every where I look, His sweet presence I find Sometimes I see the deer, but today no... Sign in to see full entry.