Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, RETURNED, by ROSE MOSS SCOTT


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First Line: This is the path I traveled when a child
Last Line: Shorn of old love, unburdened of my hope.
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening; Houses


This is the path I traveled when a child.
The house has aged, I have been long away;
Stripped of its past, the flowers growing wild,
Yet dignified in grandeur with decay.
At this descent we coasted down the hill,
Where earth has washed away from lack of care;
Ravines unknown, where brooks can sing at will;
As dusk descends, old joy turns to despair.
Beyond the low stone fence that long has stood,
I faintly hear the tinkling of a bell,
And cry of nighthawk in the distant wood,
Familiar sounds of old, the twilight knell.
I journey back along this broken slope,
Shorn of old love, unburdened of my hope.





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