Whispering Waters
Flowing 'neath the shade of Elms,
dancing over time worn stones.
Following a path of languid grace,
soft whispering waters, call me home.
~
Not more than fifty yards away,
down a pebbled path I've known,
amid the roses, now gone wild,
cool whispering waters call me home.
~
In sunny days or misty realms,
my mind is free to roam.
For I can feel the love embrace,
as whispering waters call me home.
~
I think, this time, I shall stay,
its very essence is in my bones.
I've been returning here since a child.
Whispering waters have brought me home.
6/1/2011
Paula Swanson
Placement: 1st
For the contest:
Write Me A Rippling Stream
Sponsored by Constance La France,
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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