Matthew Brackley Poet Lyric

The Pond

This irridescent dragonfly, 
skimming across the pond 
Whirr of wings 
The joy it brings 
My heart so fond 

This liquid green, 
the lillies so still 
Gentle flow from the mill, 
such calm I had not seen 

Swathes of weeping willow, 
stirs my heart so 
This blue sky, 
made for things to fly 

This pond 
of which, 
I am so fond 
The quiet ripples of liquid green, 
the lillies. 
often I dream 

This verdant symphony 
under blue sky 
Matters to me 
I do not wonder why 

This musical sound 
of water, I have found 
On the pond, 
by the old mill, 
of which I am so fond 

Steady trickle, 
quiet ripple. 
Swathes of green willow 
makes my heart ache so 
Gentle boughs dip low, 
kissing the liquid green, 
not often seen 

My thoughts drift like the lily, 
floating on liquid green 
Here,there,so it seems, 
absorbing tranquil scene 

This sheltered place, 
my small green space, 
my weeping willow 
My heart aches so 

This blue dragonfly 
passing me by 
through calm blue sky 
I fondly sigh...

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