Pleasant TimesA Poem by James PaulinAn August day of temperature quite mild Alone upon a lake, gently cradled in a boat Soothed by breezes as a mother kisses a child Soft white clouds above upon blue sky afloat Fresh air breathes easily so clean and clear Warm sun recalls long ago, a tender caress Aside are laid all worries, regrets and fear Thoughts turn to those of peace and happiness Light whistling wind sings a sweet lullaby Scent of water as of rain showers just gone away Solitude unbroken until perchance a passerby In darker moments, these pleasant memories replay
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8 Reviews Added on August 17, 2009 AuthorJames PaulinMIAboutAfter 38 years of working as an automotive design sculptor, I retired and have been doing a bit of fishing and writing poems. I've gotten better at both and had some recognition. Most of my poems are .. more.. |

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