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...
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006
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