A Walk in a BogA Poem by Morgan Blandsound device poemI past
beneath a weeping willow Slowly
blowing in the wind Fire flies
buzzed, putting on a show I swiftly
scrambled to the place where my mind was pinned But I
stumbled on some sand and the wind began to blow The pitter-
patter of rain, however, thinned I stood up
and continued through the trees, all in a condition of overgrow The catch of
the sight of a lighted window, ignited my spirits and I grinned Seeing the
nearby pond of which I was fond I picked up and hurled a stone with a throw I watched
and against the water it skimmed Suddenly,
swooping down with a screech, a bat flew down in a swift shadow But drawing
closer I saw the little house; with rick-rack its roof lines were trimmed I walked
onward, guided by the bright light of the window Dreaming of
the steaming stove, of which always goodness brimmed I persisted
on my journey, and quickly rushed into the door to narrowly miss a passing crow © 2016 Morgan BlandAuthor's Note
|
Stats
173 Views
Added on December 28, 2016 Last Updated on December 28, 2016 AuthorMorgan BlandAboutHi, I love arts of all kinds: sewing, drawing, painting, crocheting, terrarium making, writing stories, and poetry. I also enjoy riding a unicycle and love turtles. I would love to hear some construct.. more..Writing
|