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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Holiday (04/05/12)

TITLE: While on a Tour of an Irish Abbey
By Jim McWhinnie


Among the grey and mossy aging stones,
through the mists of a grey and mossy day,
while the abbey bells chimed their reverent tones,
I followed the ghosts of greyfriar monks, along a cloistered way.

Among the grey and mossy stones of old,
in the dampened dew of dawn, dressed in winter grey,
while old, old ravens in twisted oaks began to scold,
I walked in fading footsteps, left by brothers off to pray.

Among the grey and mossy stones lost in time,
midst the salty brine of frozen, frothy ocean spray,
while the relentless breakers upon the cliffs did climb,
I knew take care to set carefully my path from which I mustnít stray.

Among the grey and mossy stones,
the ancient stones,
the sacred stone,
these salted, stormy-ed, and slow saddened stones,
I made way from the world that was far-too-much,
until I arrived, long last arrived,
in the world of just-enough,
yes, the world of just-enough.

Among those grey and mossy stones,
on a tour of distant faith long gone,
on a holiday from the stress of my success,
I found instead, I found within a holy place,
that became a holy day,
in a silent, solemn way,
in a silent, solemn way.

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Steve Uppendahl04/12/12
Beautifully written poem. Excellent use of imagery and strong word choice. I love the repeated "mossy and grey..." lines. Powerful stuff.
C D Swanson 04/12/12
Lovely piece. Hauntingly beautiful. God Bless~
Kristine Baker04/12/12
I could feel myself there with you. Nicely written.
annie keys04/15/12
Beautiful! Well done.
Ellen Carr 04/15/12
A beautiful poem. Though I haven't been to Ireland this poem evoked lovely images of colour and textures. I particularly like the last stanza.

Just one query - I couldnt' make sense of the line below. Was there a typo?

'I knew take care to set carefully my path from which I mustnít stray'
Colin Swann04/17/12
Oh my, this is good! Haunting - the spirit of poetry manifest!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/17/12
This is beautiful. I can picture the stones and the setting you describe. Poetry isn't my strongest genre as I often feel I'm missing something important. You did give me goosebumps with your descriptions and I so appreciate the hard work it took to make the words flow so seemingly easy.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/17/12
I try not to read the comments before I comment. It made me smile that though one person didn't understand the line about taking care to not stray from the path, I understood it! Maybe I'm not as dense with poetry as I thought! Not only is it important to watch every step while climbing about an old abbey but even more important while walking the path of life not to stray from the path Jesus sets before us. (If I got the meaning totally wrong, then just let me bask in my ignorance :)
Graham Insley04/17/12
The 'grey and mossy stones'really paints the picture of these places I remember as a kid. The need for need for 'care'in placing each step on a path dangerous to walk was a great reminder of of the English/Irish coastline.
Verna Cole Mitchell 04/18/12
This is a lovely poem, depicting the place of "just enough."
C D Swanson 04/19/12
Congratulations & God Bless~
Amanda Brogan04/19/12
I can just hear this being sung in Irish brogue with flutes and penny whistles playing in the background. Beautiful!