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Gentle Breeze

Sitting in my garden looking at the majestic willow dancing in the soft breeze. Swaying with the wing chimes, hanging in the eves. The shadows of sunlight ripple across the roof tops, Makes an image in the visual scene. A bird lights on one streamer and gets a gentle ride, on the graceful willow In this peaceful garden of mine Copyright 2008 Anne Rutherford Poems From The Heart Series

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Debbie Duncan

Date: 8/5/2013 5:38:00 PM

Oh, this is very nice indeed, I wrote one called Secret Garden ;}

Anthony O. Mitchell Jr.

Date: 3/9/2012 3:05:00 PM

Wow! Wonderfully done imagery here in this. A "Gentle Breeze" Indeed. Great work Anne.

Joy Adderton

Date: 1/17/2012 11:04:00 AM

that is just beautiful Anne. Thanks for commenting on mine, I changed the end verses to better suit the subject. I'm afraid I don't know much about squirrels so I am so happy you mentioned it. God bless, you are an amazing poet :) melody

John Aaron Green

Date: 12/15/2011 8:07:00 PM

hope you are well,,thank you for your loving words,,,i have had such great moments on my porch,,,as his birds are so blessed ,,,and the breeze from the spirit,,,gives us his aproval of our lives,,,and his sun,,,our savior,,cast out many shadows,,of our doubts....wonderful anne....

Sara Kendrick

Date: 5/19/2011 2:16:00 PM

Enjoyed reading this descriptive scene..I felt like that I was there..Thanks for stopping by and giving a kind review of my work..Sara

Date: 5/5/2011 5:06:00 AM

Love the imagery in this beautiful poem, a very nice write and thank you for your comments they are appreciated. Alexa

Rauwolfia Ra

Date: 4/22/2011 12:49:00 AM

Very beautiful poem Anne, I believe (hope) this is a weeping willow, I (in a way) grew up beneath the huge branches of a weeping willow, we called it Indene, and played in it day and night (until we moved)

Vernard Mays

Date: 4/21/2011 4:05:00 PM

THIS POEM MADE ME THINK OF MY AUNT...SHE LOVES FLOWERS AND THINGS....SHE HAS A BIG GARDEN AT HER HOME ALONG WITH A GLASS HOUSE AND SHE IS ALWAYS TALKING LIKE THIS....YOU BROUGHT BACK SOO MANY MEMORIES!!!!