Medow

Medow

A Poem by To be scene To be heard

Sun striking my skin.
 Warming it to the touch.
A light breeze picks up.
 Little strands of hair lick my face.
 Cheeks turning a blushing red.
 Brushing my hand across the green grass.
 Feeling its dampness from morning dew.
 Sitting under a large oak. In the middle of a calming meadow.
Listing to the birds sing.
 Waters rushing near by.
 Small creatures prancing around.
 Not being disturbed by my presence.... 

© 2012 To be scene To be heard


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yeah this is amazing i love it alot its truly totally awesome :) lol and i like how u put it not alll in lines its awesome

Posted 12 Years Ago


this is a great use of imagery, however in your last line ....do you mean "Presence" rather than "presents"? either way, it's a lovely piece of work


Posted 12 Years Ago


I can in-vision myself there right now

Posted 12 Years Ago


I like this. It has a nice vibe to it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


like i have said before, your a very amazing writer! very vivid imagery! .. i love it! very interesting to read..

Posted 12 Years Ago


I love this! It has great imagery. You did a great job. :)
-Aud

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on May 14, 2012
Last Updated on May 16, 2012