This Midnight Hour

For some who walk this road in life they discover a true love for their land, a Love for their Country that breeds a healthy love that shines in their lives. Not to be mistaken for those who blindly proclaim a love for their land and fight for it. But something more pure than that.

About The Poem:

I am certain that some may mis-understand this thought, BUT I speak of those who live their lives in a land they love beyond all and love to walk over this land breathing in the beauty that they see and find. This is not taking from a nationalistic pride one may feel, But rather find on the land the simple ordinary person who loves this land, works it and breathes in every piece of beauty they find.

This is where one may find this Poem speaking through their veins as it were or it almost feels like that to anothers eye. BUT for me, this is where I find a creative thought or Poetry flowing from hills that are laid before me. I find beauty in what I see before me, in the unkept green areas of a town or city. To the farm lands that lay before us on roadways.

Basically this is where Todays Poem comes in and I hope that some also look to lands they live in and find such beauty also.

Having said all of this; Please enjoy this Poem:

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(( The above Photograph was taken from an outside source and posted
here with thanks and as always Copyrite remains with those who carried
out such great work ))

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This Midnight Hour


In this midnight hour, as stars sparkle bright,
Where a gentle breeze whispers through the night.
Long past the golden hour, when night meets day,
These rolling hills stretching this great display.


The stars on high, - yet twinkle and shine
A celestial show, a cosmic design.
This breeze carries scents of blooming flowers,
Providing - joy and peace, for all hours


These rolling hills, - that still sway and bend,
One soothing sight - and a peaceful trend.
In this midnight hour, when - all is well,
Love survives, our hearts will forever tell.


In this midnight hour, when the world is still,
And green rolling hills, they thrill e’er fulfill.
With love which survives in a heart that's true,
Peace and love that eternally shine through.


Walking there, yet feeling gentle and kind,
This land survives, such beauty in my mind.
Through the seasons, o’er the years to recline,
With love that's strong on this land e’er divine.



© Pat Fitzgerald 2024

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ENDING THOUGHTS:

Thank you for following me on this journey, that is composing and creating poetry. If Life is a journey which we all walk on, then my journey in creating Poetry is a journey of it’s own. Which I still learn much on as I write.

At times I experiment on methods or way how I can improve my poetry, therefore getting feedback is always most welcome for such as these.

When I write poetry, some readers may be offended with something within the poetry. I do not write to offend, But such are written for reasons I outline in the posts. Often I miss typos and mistakes when publishing each poem. BUT I correct the moment I discover such mistakes.

But Poetry is a form of art work that I enjoy and thus using it in a manner to touch or inspire the reader.

I would like to Pass on my thanks to you for joining me on this journey.

Poetry is a learning curve where I always strive to improve. Often due to the speed of my typing and a few other issues, mistakes and typos will find their way into published posts. I continue to work on improving this as I move along. One such change is how I have been writing and how my poetry appears in relation to how the rest of the blog appears. So much work goes into editing and reediting and then repeating that process on a number of occasions until i am happy with the result.

Please forgive for any such mistakes and for your understanding this.

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