Wrapped ReflectionsA Poem by Donald Meikle
trickle sound of water running
scattered spots of shade and sun pool hose ripple shadows echo reflex refraction scarce begun geometric light equations hypnotizing sights that run morning dreams and light reflections blend in easy folding fun soft breeze conducting dancing palms As higher pines display their charms upright cones stand in ovation to every moving shade of green time held still in contemplation eternal joy so seldom seen Tip a glass in admiration Spill a drop or two to those Who ever stopped to smell a rose Before this day began © 2008 Donald Meikle |
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Added on August 8, 2008 AuthorDonald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more.. |

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