GuestA Poem by Richard WilliamsA nature sonnetThere is a park not far from my sweet home where many precious bird will build a nest; and even though I visit there alone She kindly welcomes me in verdant gown and speaks to me with path or rapid stream; the kindness of her table shall abound-- like brunch with eggs and coffee cooled with cream. A welcome mat on which to wipe a shoe, the room within her house to feel at ease, a fine front yard with borrowed mountain dew, that legend with an extra set of keys. Her gracious hospitality complete: an ottoman so I can rest my feet. © 2010 Richard WilliamsReviews
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