The end of the day’s reflection

Never heard him but the once. Seldom there
His gravelly low voice uttering words that were rarely subtle
The number of times I could relate was rare
When I set to thinking on his claims it always seemed the hurtle
Tonight by the fire did I bring up his pictures
I sat them down alongside my chair and began to then remember
Distinguished he was, with oddly vexing features
Whatever he said, I admit, left me something I could infer
I never wanted much to do with the man with the message
I was there a bit and was gone, and took with me my book
It was what no matter where I went I put in the baggage
Maybe in younger years his sermons might have me shook
I didn’t like the man too much and I will soon put these away
If you know the man, don’t tell him. Tomorrow’s another day

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This week’s WordPress photo challenge is to illustrate a landscape.  Each week the WordPress blogging website suggests a photo challenge event with a specific theme for the week’s photograph.  I like to play with blogging and a little with photography so I took a look around and made one.  I wasn’t sure that would be enough to interest you so I wrote a poem as well, hoping to add a little mystique to the decision to blog on such a classic idea like the landscape in art.  I never know if anyone will notice my post, but the odd time someone sees it, and I hope it brings a moment of pleasure for the sake of the time spent looking within it.  You’re welcome to click “like” and/or “follow” (or to write a comment).

2 thoughts on “The end of the day’s reflection

  1. Beautiful photograph. The bench is inviting! Nice to read the poem. Thanks for visiting my blog.

    Best wishes,
    Nilanjana.

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