Short Unwatched Poems

Cotton clouds,
blue skies,
chasing the butterflies
wildflowers
and grassy bed
the celestial sphere overhead
leaning trees,
green foliage,
sweet wild berries
cuckoos singing
and crickets answering
murmuring cool stream
lemongrass sprouting
on both banks
unwatched dreams,
crowding in the eyes
dusty feet 
and soiled pants
but ecstatic memories
and beautiful discoveries....

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Along the old and winding path
Unwatched, unheard, unseen
A bird flew swiftly by
A robin red and soft
It sang a mournful song
That trilled and trailed
A tangled melody
The sun shone darkly
Through storm clad boughs
As spring spun gales rushed by
A heighted sensation
Soon mimicked in the small birds aria
Fell quickly cross the path,
That old and winding path
Where trees huddle closely
And whispers become lost
And life continues quietly
Unwatched, unheard, untouched...

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