Come sit with me at The Pond today
I’ll tell you tales of ole
of a simpler time when we were young
where our future was foretold.
Come sit with me at The Pond today
watching the clouds float by
chosing shapes and patterns
known only by us with our own eyes
Come sit with me at The Pond today
imagining armada’s setting out to sea
while leaves float over the water
as our minds set sail at ease.
Come sit with me at The Pond today
soaking in the warmth of suns rays
though Winter will be soon upon us
we know there will be better days.
Come sit with me at The Pond today
following ladybugs and dragonflies
flitting about in their last hurrah
ss they seek shelter while waving goodbye.
Come sit with me at The Pond today
Come sit with me at The Pond…
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Hi Cheryl,
ReplyDeleteThis poem is what life should really be like! Whilst reading your poem, I was transported to the pond! Very lovely :)
Cheers,
Dan
Beautiful. Very visual and reflective. The frogs and I will be right over!
ReplyDeleteAnanji
your "ponderings" hit the spot!
ReplyDeleteOK! ... am I too late?
ReplyDeleteIsn't it so true Dan, your Spring is beginning so I'm envious :)
ReplyDeleteHop on over Ananji, reminds me of what fun it would be to be a frog, bounding from pond to pond.
O Sonya, it was the most beautimus day here on Sunday, at least for this time of year and I took full advantage :D
Awww Speedy, you're never too late ! ;)
Thank youeseses all, Cheryl
Hi Cheryl,
ReplyDeleteIt's a lovely poem. I enjoyed it and I hope that one day I'll join you and your friends sitting at the pond.
Thanks for stopping by and leaving your nice words on my blog.
Khaled
Thank you Khaled and congratulations again ! Cheryl
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