Proud tall Massanutten Peak rises high
Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley calls
Blue Ridge mountain stands against a blushed sky
A sentinel of history’s many flaws
Only erased by erosion and time
Ghosts of Lee haunt many a hallowed hall
Calling the living to keep in their minds
Cost of division runs bloody and deep
Yet, we still have not learned with passing time
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Laura reminded us that this is the 9th day fo the 9th month. She asked us to write write a nine line poem in iambic pentameter. This is my attempt. I am not sure if it is correct, but hopefully it is close.
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Beautiful and wise, too sadly true.
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Thank you Lisa! When will we learn…
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So very true and beautifully written!
Thankyou!
Joanna
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Thank you Joanna! Seems we still need to be reminded!
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Interaction with people makes us smile. We should know the reason why we’re losing our smiles.
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Perhaps we are just seeing ourselves!? Thanks Lokesh!
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You have created a beautiful poem.😊
Last four lines encourages me to think.
Cost of division runs
bloody and deep
Yet, we still have not
learned with passing time
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Solid poem, Dwight, with a strong message in the last two lines. I did not diagram your lines, but I believe you achieved your goal of writing in iambic pentameter. 👏🏼
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Thank you Michele. We must learn from History or we will repeat it. Thank you for your kind affirmation. It is close.
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Nice one Dwight. When will the divisions stop. We hope one day it will.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💖love
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Thank you Gillena. and You are welcome!
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That last line, Dwight… 😦 😦 😦
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Thanks David! Sasly we don’t seem to learn from History!
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almost there with this one Dwight – remember the rhyme sequence is a,b,a,b,c,d,c,d,d
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Thank you Laura. I thought that was what I did except for a c at the end instead of a d?
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A very timely poem, Dwight!
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Thank you very much!
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You’re welcome!
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Timely lines, Dwight, beautifully rhymed!
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Thanks Ingrid!
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Beautifully written, Dwight. Mountains have always stood as testaments to history’s lessons. They ought to humble us to learn them.
pax,
dora
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Thank you Dora. You are right about that!
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A very insightful and thought-provoking poem.
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Well said and so true!
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We can’t erase what happened in history…if only we would learn from it!
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Beautifully written and true 💗
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It was hard to believe, living in these beautiful mountains in the peaceful Shenandoah Valley, that this place was once the scene of bloody Civil War battles. Yet, it is true that we are doomed to repeat wars when we forget the lessons of history, and it seems that humankind never learns. Thank you, Dwight, for this beautifully expressed call to peace. ❤ Enjoy your weekend!
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Having lived there, as you have, it is really hard to imagine the fighting and blood spilled there. Thank you Cheryl for your thoughtful comment.
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your poem was well done no question Dwight. It looks so peaceful and hard to imagine such war and bloodshed is a beautiful spot. 💖💖💖
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Yes, it is beautiful. Battles were fought up and down the Shenandoah Valley!
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It really is …. So much history!
💕
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I love this beautiful concept you describe of the mountain like a sentinel, it makes so much sense! Wishing you well ❤
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Thank you very much for your great comment!
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You are most welcome, Dwight 😊
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Actually, it’s not such a long time… slavery and the memory of war to defend it cause a lot of misery… we have learned a lot about how to heal, and sometimes it’s possible
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healing is necessary and with it a sense of understanding and compassion for the other.
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