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Take a Stroll

TAKE A STROLL by JOHN M. ARRIBAS Take a stroll through the forest in early spring Nature will stun you, it’s a beautiful thing A walk in the woods will fill you with awe The fresh smelling air not savored before Its early morning the ground is still damp I’m causing damage where ever I tramp Minuscule plants growing under my feet Tiny flowers and petals, an optical treat A bird is warbling his good morning tune Soon he is countered with a call from a loon When I stand still there’s a noticeable din But when I move a new silence begins A bee is searching for a succulent bloom A myriad of flowers all his to consume Buds are sprouting from bushes and trees The rebirth of nature as cold weather flees Continuing my walk I encounter a glade Covered with flowers every color and shade Tall reeds and grasses still sporting dew Reflect the suns rays like crystals often do Tiny rainbows appear as the dew beads glisten Then fade away as the breeze moves the prism This pristine meadow under azure skies Home to insects and thousand of flies Take A Stroll (2) Flocks of birds soon will descend Devouring the buzzing meals to the end A snapping twig reaches my ear A young buck and an six point deer They stand there frozen an idyllic display Then in an instant they’ve bounded away This magnificent scenario occurs every day A tiny sampling of natures endless arrays There’s still some mist hovering over the glade The warming sun will soon join the parade A mixed treasure of flowering scents Changes with each zephyr and never relents With so much activity its hard to explain The peaceful tranquility continues to reign Ludwig created images that seldom exist He painted these pictures while penning his sixth The feeling and sense of harmonious bliss Nature unblemished, soon to be missed Man will soon discover this untouched paradise This heaven on earth is a treat for anyone’s eyes They’ll develop home sites so all can enjoy Unfortunately all of this beauty they will destroy Big square houses with manicured lawns The fish in the stream no longer spawns A gated community with pools in the rear A local commented “ what the hell happened here?”

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Date: 1/22/2016 8:28:00 PM
Nicely done..
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John Arribas
Date: 1/22/2016 8:35:00 PM
THANKS,APPRECIATED

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