The sunlight falls
Making shadows of trees and walls.
Emily Dickinson rode
In her carriage, on the road
To eternity.
One day I will ride beside
Miss Emily.
And I will see with Emily
Our vast eternity.
The sunlight falls
Making shadows of trees and walls.
Emily Dickinson rode
In her carriage, on the road
To eternity.
One day I will ride beside
Miss Emily.
And I will see with Emily
Our vast eternity.
I like the structure of this poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Esther. I’m pleased you like the structure of Emily’s Carriage.