Constance La France Poet Verse

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At My Garden End

There is a river at my garden
end, where among the reeds birds sing
melodious songs filling shadows; and
the white lilies float and spin, twirling.
This rolling river has a whisper on its
long winding path that in time pours,
into the sea-  oh, that deep unknown!
For rivers cannot just flow forever . . .  
but, at my gardens end-   I linger, linger
meandering in the shallows by the shore;
where I feel the great pull of the current,
and from the thrushes ducklings drift.

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November 29, 2016


Poetry/Verse/At My Garden End
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 1113-968-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym. 


Submitted to the contest, Feb Wk 1 Standard Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand

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Arturo Michael February 13, 2019 at 7:07 AM A flowing peace in your ink...good vibes...Happy Valentine to you and yours... Constance La France February 13, 2019 at 9:20 AM Arturo, thanks for visiting my poem with the lovely comment, one year I had a huge Valentine Party with my girl friends, that was fun but this year I will just wear red to my dance class~