In the wamth Of The Evening

In the wamth Of The Evening

A Poem by peter Duggan
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Sitting by a pond listening to the wolves

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In The Warmth Of The Evening

 

Within the mystery of dusk

As those frogs are singing sweetly

I am sitting in my garden

And I’m off my head completely

But not with wine, nor smoking drugs

I am high with life itself

A wondrous silence touches me

It’s a lovely shade of wealth

 

The day has been so hot today

About forty centigrade

As I just sit here Quietly

And watch the daylight fade

As those frogs they play their melody

Like a song of destiny

I’m so alive and opened wide

And I feel so fancy free

 

Though the evening is so still

and is as hot as Hell

I watch those frogs around this pond

Where they always do dwell

As I see a star fall from the sky

Such a lovely night like this

It fills me up with tender joy

How, lovely is this bliss

 

26 December 2018


© 2018 peter Duggan


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"I am high with life itself

A wondrous silence touches me

It’s a lovely shade of wealth"



Posted 5 Years Ago


Majestic pen that pens those gorgeous scenes of (In the moment). The things that touches us, moves us and stir us. You are an active observant and an active participant.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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