A Language

The gurgling brook, speaks to me A language only I know Releasing certain thoughts, With the water’s flow The Queen Ann’s Lace Stand tall nearby With Delicate flowers Where I pass by The bushes of fern Spread leaves wide Reaching in the air To the brook’s side I walk by this each season Changes there, I see But when the brook moves, It always speaks to me Heidi Sands 7/29/19

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Joseph May

Date: 7/31/2019 8:21:00 AM

Beautiful write Heidi..

Heidi Sands
Date: 7/31/2019 10:02:00 AM

Thank you Joseph :)

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 7/30/2019 7:47:00 PM

Oh Heidi … scenes like yours have given me such pleasure and your verse brought back fond memories. Most of us don't see the intricate things of nature these days - thank you Heidi - Lindsay

Heidi Sands
Date: 7/30/2019 7:53:00 PM

I am happy to have shared this and to see that it reached you. I appreciate your comments. Thank you :)

Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/29/2019 6:14:00 PM

I think this speaks to anyone lucky enough to read it, Heidi. What a wonderful poem! I'm a lucky one; it certainly speaks to me! :) gw

Heidi Sands
Date: 7/30/2019 7:11:00 AM

So nice to hear. Thank you Gershon :)

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 7/29/2019 1:42:00 PM

When one unites with nature nature speaks to him/her. Beautifully done dearest Heidi! Hugs xxx

Heidi Sands
Date: 7/29/2019 3:59:00 PM

Yes, that's right. Thank you Demetrios! :) Hugs