![]() A WalkA Poem by Dave Brown![]() 🦋🦋🦋🦋🐇🐇♥️🕊️🕊️🦋🦋🦋🦋![]() Walking through a late Spring
showing I found myself in no
rush Strolling beside a casually
carved, crooked creek bed Buried behind blackberry
bramble brush A trail rambled off
through undergrowth Through tall stems of undisciplined
foxglove Their bells tinkled
with each step I took Seemingly sent from pages
of a fairy book In a grotto where Nature
had treed Mothers with noisy
families to feed A covering canopy offering
cool shade Had quietly settled
over this forest’s fragile glade A flutter of wings meaning
I’d intruded Were sent by parents on
wing Which afterward returned
to their brood Beaks filled with more morning
food Tho’ the river was now
running drier Shading alders continually
grew higher But blackberries decorating
the casual creeks side Leave any pathway to
walk, denied Deciduous leaves are
now at their fullest Eager chicks are now
nearing flight Too soon these pleasures
of Spring Will no longer be sights
of delight © 2024 Dave Brown |
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1 Review Added on June 17, 2024 Last Updated on June 17, 2024 Author![]() Dave BrownNanaimo Vancouver Island, West coast, CanadaAboutI'd like to thank those who have been kind enough to review my efforts. more..Writing
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