Where the Bumbles Bounce
I meander the winding pebble path
where the bumbles bounce . . .
holding back my sorrow and wrath,
for my beloved lay in eternal peace;
among bird songs that never cease.
A place of tears and grief alive with life,
oh, still I feel the pain- the knife;
where the bumbles bounce . . .
among the stone grave markers jewels bloom,
on many a plot, monument and tomb.
My love is deep- my sadness is deeper,
was not ready for that dark reaper;
oh, so quiet, secluded and serene,
where the bumbles bounce . . .
in this garden of death and green.
I see a butterfly and dragon fly,
and sparrows flutter from trees high;
quick, a squirrel, chipmunk and shy raccoon,
and now a song of love- I croon,
where the bumbles bounce . . .
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September 4, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Where The Bumbles Bounce
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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