Woodland Pond
The pastoral waters lay so calm,
Ripples whispering your silent psalm;
By you I sit and dream awhile,
And listen to the melody of your smile.
The reeds and rushes stand in their fold,
Sunlight above paints them with gold;
Yet still and cold lies your mystery,
Marking the time with ancient history.
I watched the spider skate on your glass,
I saw the swallows winging past;
The cooing song piped by the little quail,
Reached the ears of the rabbit down in the vale.
The spider spins her silken thread,
And puts the unwary fly to bed;
And dragonflies spread their satin wings,
As the bright oriole softly sings.
As I look around and into the beyond,
I'm happy to be sitting by this peaceful pond;
My heart is here and my spirit flies,
Finding renewal in this paradise.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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