<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367910" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Winter Sun</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">His weary eyes were everywhere, <br>To track each tiny sound, <br>The hungry wolf beyond his lair<br>Trod softly on the ground.<br>For somewhere near or somewhere far<br>His next meal had to be.<br>If not, no midnight, moon or star<br>His weary eyes would see...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His stomach churned each step he took, <br>Yet Death was patient still...<br>His jaws were like an open book, <br>As he surveyed the hill.<br>How many hills had he climbed now? <br>A dozen, maybe more, <br>With all past strength God could allow<br>He fought the final war...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His prey escaped a sudden death...<br>His loss and yet their gain...<br>Life is a journey, breath by breath, <br>His offspring to remain...<br>He couldn't find a single crumb<br>Of comfort for this phase.<br>He didn't know his time had come...<br>This was the end of days...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2010.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br>by Stephen Gayford called 'Winter Sun'. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br>denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367910" data-title="Winter Sun de Denis Martindale" data-description="His weary eyes were everywhere, To track each tiny sound, The hungry wolf beyond his lair Trod softly on the ground. For somewhere near or somewhere far His next meal had to be. If not, no midnight, moon or star His weary eyes would see... His ..."></div> </div> </div>

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