Keith Osborne Poet Rhyme

Lake Cliffs of Erie

Standing on the edge of a cliff
toking a smooth fat spliff
waiting to catch sight of a skiff
Floating it's way on by

Watching the majestic girl soar
no longer a beast of lore
wish for increasingly more
She passes a look on the fly

Brown with white head and tail
power that will never fail
enchanting how she sets sail
Makes me start to cry

Bounding stag hidden by ivied hoods
sneaky 'lil squirrel dashing with his goods
amber kits darting through the boxwoods
Violet western sun in the sky

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Gayle Rodd January 4, 2018 at 5:10 PM What a perfect poem, chalk-full of things I love in nature!

Laken Smith May 9, 2017 at 5:01 PM Such a beautiful way to describe nature. Well done.

Carissa Marie May 9, 2017 at 3:37 PM I adore the second stanza. Something about it makes me feel light and uplifted- even though that isn't necessarily its goal, I think your prose is beautiful and those simple lines make me smile. This entire poem is gorgeous. Thank you so much for sharing!!

Gayle Rodd March 7, 2017 at 9:59 PM Refreshing pace and style. This is a very enjoyable piece. :) Keith Osborne March 8, 2017 at 8:29 PM I am truly happy that you found it so. Thank you for taking your time to read and comment on it.