The Hermit

September 2, 2011
By aurorairis SILVER, Darien, Connecticut
aurorairis SILVER, Darien, Connecticut
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Down off the beaten path
Over yonder mountain
And further still
There lived a hermit
Who lived there by will

With a snow white beard
And eyes coal black
The quality of loving mankind
He seemed to lack

His home was his refuge
For he was the last of his kind
And his house he had built from the ground up
With a rusty old chime blowing in the wind
They say he died there
And most likely went to hell
But I believe that he lives on
In the spirit of the dell

Down off the beaten path
Over yonder mountain
And further still
There once lived a hermit
Who now haunts there by will

And if you listen closely
You might just hear him roar
The latter of which
Echoes across the moor



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on Aug. 2 2012 at 8:30 pm
thatgirl99 BRONZE, Darien, Connecticut
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Your poem gives perfect insight into the solitary life that this man leads through your thoughtful rhyming.  I love to read all of your work, especially because of the eclectic spectrum of writing you submit.  Thank you!

on Nov. 8 2011 at 4:35 pm
aurorairis SILVER, Darien, Connecticut
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Thanks so much!

on Nov. 6 2011 at 3:54 pm
Anonymous_7 SILVER, Branson, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
-The only time you can get away with murder is when writing a book!

This is great! I love it! the whole idea is fun and the ending is my favorite! Good work! keep it up!


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