SerenityA Poem by Chris ShawMore river musings from afloat
South westerly blows welcome breeze
to soothe all willow trees who bake in August's scorching oven heat. Across lake's blue I see them sway, their leafy tease in quiet speak, on deck I rest my soul replete. As rippled waters hold a race of little feathered boats that float along with algae island's green. No other place I'd rather be umbrella shades me from the sun, content am I till day is done. When sunset steals the last of light, when darkness brings the curtain down and all the wild fowl say goodnight.
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Added on September 3, 2019Last Updated on September 3, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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