Evelyn Judy Buehler Poet Rhyme

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The Silver Stream

It runs beside the house and through the green meadow,
Its glassiness home to ducks, and the sun's afterglow.
Its ceaseless burbling creates the symphony of my days,
Like symphonies of crimson roses, when sun first blazed!

Lined with golden blooms, my silver stream with no end,
Mirrored gay and lovely, but lost just beyond the bend.
Though love is so true, some places the heart cannot go,
As sunshine would bring pearly moon, nothing but sorrow!

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Victor Buhagiar April 6, 2021 at 11:59 PM Its ceaseless burbling creates the symphony of my day: this is a wonderful poetic line. Your visuals ae tops. Evelyn Judy Buehler April 7, 2021 at 8:19 AM Your words of cheer go perfectly with the morning sunshine. Thank you very much. :)

Caren Krutsinger April 6, 2021 at 10:03 PM I used to have a brook behind one of my houses; I feel you have described her well here also. "Lined with golden blooms, my silver stream with no end," Great imagery! Evelyn Judy Buehler April 7, 2021 at 8:27 AM I'm glad that pleasant memories were brought to mind by this poem. I appreciate your kind comment and compliments very much. :)

Alexis Y. April 6, 2021 at 7:23 PM WoW! Evelyn, You painted such a lovely picture with your words. Your imagery is so beautiful. The silver stream is gorgeous. I enjoyed the view. Have a great evening:-) Alexus Evelyn Judy Buehler April 6, 2021 at 8:08 PM Thank you, Alexis. Your fine appreciation is wonderful to see. I'm so glad you liked it. Have a lovely evening yourself, friend. :=) Evelyn