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Church Crawlin’ ![]() A poem about my interest in visiting ancient churches ![]() |
Hi, Christopher Roy Denton ![]() I found this poem browsing through your portfolio. Welcome back with this first of two new poems. You're back at WdC, and I am so thrilled. I followed you on Facebook for the last few years, where you were photographing beautiful places in England and beyond. Often castles and churches. This free verse just fits right in. You, church crawling in ancient territory, fighting stone, old wood, and cobwebs. I really enjoyed this poem. Its themes of history, contemplation, and religion are so descriptive and emotional, it touched my core. The tone, atmosphere, pace, and the carefully chosen words all weave a beautiful picture. I just see you, literally see you, at those church sites in the English weather, which adds to the experience. My favorite part? Who broke the ancient statues, screens, and cross? Who stole the lead and let in all that rain? The world has changed and left this place behind Except for me … I come to rest my brain. I love it when questions are asked in poetry. Anyway, a good reading experience! I thank you for sharing, and I hope to see you around. Keep on writing. WakeUpAndLive ![]() ![]() ![]()
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