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Whilst they Sleep
Contributed by
newewe
on
Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 02:50:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Whilst they Sleep
While strolling through the pasture warm
Mine eyes broke stride of all that be
Pastoral field capacious and replete
To grasp the all does’t wonder me
Within yon reeds comes oddest sound
A croaking low of space content
The sun is warm and water near
Oh my what a happy frog is he
A breeze comes by and grasses yield
Their verde limbs bend in grace
Some be tall and reaching age
While others small still pushing on
This fallen bough from overhead
Speaks tales of years and seasons change
The summer sun and winters night
Of leaves that were upon this limb
My foot steps light so not disturb
The balance of untouched ground
Fragile is this open plain
And creatures wild doth call this home
Flock of swallows dart about
The cliffs above their sacred realm
Above the water lithe and swift
To snare insects so unaware
Reflections glimmer from reclining pond
As leaves assemble at the edge
And killdear search the moistened soil
For ‘nother meal in fixed cacoon
Trees surround and grow with age
Their branches long foliage full
Bark reveals their many strifes
And size tells tales of seasons past
If only those of younger years
And those of night and all its fears
Could see and feel for what is here
A world so full and meant for they
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2004-12-27 14:50:20] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Whilst they Sleep
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 4th April 2005 @ 06:51:25 AM AEST (User
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Rich and textured.
Nice poem. |
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