05-01-2014, 07:52 AM
(edit 1, thank you ellajam and Tony Short)
Henry's Room (at Walden Pond)
I did not dare step into Henry’s room.
Where standing stones define the boundary,
with chains between the stones, except for two.
His footsteps there were footsteps not for me.
Perhaps I would if Henry was still here,
then two would make much better company.
I walked around the edge so very near,
around the bricks where heat did once pass through,
back to the front, where chains did not appear.
And there I stopped and did enjoy the view,
I did not dare step into Henry’s room.
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Hello,
I've been writing poetry for the past week and would appreciate thoughts on this one. I'm also open to providing my thoughts for the poems of others, as I realize this is essential for this type of forum.
Henry's Room (at Walden Pond)
Dare not did I step into Henry’s room
Was marked out by the stones beneath the trees
With chains that linked the stones except for two
His footsteps there were footsteps not for me
Perhaps I would if Henry was still here
Then two would make much better company
I walked around the edge so very near
Around the bricks where heat did once pass through
Back to the front where chains did not appear
And there I stopped and did enjoy the view
Dare not did I step into Henry’s room
Henry's Room (at Walden Pond)
I did not dare step into Henry’s room.
Where standing stones define the boundary,
with chains between the stones, except for two.
His footsteps there were footsteps not for me.
Perhaps I would if Henry was still here,
then two would make much better company.
I walked around the edge so very near,
around the bricks where heat did once pass through,
back to the front, where chains did not appear.
And there I stopped and did enjoy the view,
I did not dare step into Henry’s room.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Hello,
I've been writing poetry for the past week and would appreciate thoughts on this one. I'm also open to providing my thoughts for the poems of others, as I realize this is essential for this type of forum.
Henry's Room (at Walden Pond)
Dare not did I step into Henry’s room
Was marked out by the stones beneath the trees
With chains that linked the stones except for two
His footsteps there were footsteps not for me
Perhaps I would if Henry was still here
Then two would make much better company
I walked around the edge so very near
Around the bricks where heat did once pass through
Back to the front where chains did not appear
And there I stopped and did enjoy the view
Dare not did I step into Henry’s room