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Post by mysticbluebell on Oct 26, 2014 22:32:39 GMT
So much inspiration we can find from waters, so lets share our thoughts on: By the River |
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Post by doreen23 on Oct 27, 2014 10:39:58 GMT
A rose by the Riverbank
I am a sweet smelling rose
And I hold my head up high
As I sit near the river
Watching swans glide by.
Along the river, wild flowers grow
Reflections in the water, rippled by the breeze
Air is filled with birdsong, I listen to the songs
As I feel the morning dew on my leaves
Days so soft and golden, as I sit here
As all of nature seem to blend
So many people, pause, and admire me
Yet I know soon, my season will end
You see, my life is nearly over, as I begin to wane
But yet I will be back to bloom again next year
Sitting here, on the riverbank, surrounded by beauty
Where once again, I will be revered
Doreen
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Post by mysticbluebell on Oct 28, 2014 18:33:25 GMT
Beautiful monologue of the queen of flowers, enjoyed it much, thanks Doreen!
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Post by puddles on Nov 2, 2014 23:45:03 GMT
Yes, Dee, your words sings of the change of season, and it is not just about nature.
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Post by puddles on Nov 2, 2014 23:56:15 GMT
By The River
I walk along the shaded bank
with fishing on my mind
dreaming of the fish I'll yank
into a frying pan so I can dine
By the river I've set my tent
along with all my cooking gear
I was lucky enough to rent
except for the ice chest filled with beer
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