Sitting At The Dock Of The Pier

Sitting at the end

of the dock

at the pier

with my legs and toes

dipped into

the cold water of the lake

I look

 towards the sky

The multicolours

of a mini rainbow

I do see before me

from light blue, yellows ruby red

and glimmers of white snowtop

shades that paint

the heavens above me

A flock of geese fly past

  and

I hear their flapping wings

and crying to each other

to keep in line

I smile and stand up

Turn around and walk back

towards land from the pier

And look ahead as well

as hearing

the knocking of the pier wood

as I walk with each new step

under my bare feet

And I see

before me

the countryside rich

and green so majestic

coming to life

with wildflowers before me

from heather, wild roses,

daisies, corncockles

to name

a few.

Palletes of whites,

reds and blues

as well as purple

of the heather

with  the

odd dotting of strong

oat trees across

the countryside.

The sun is shining

no clouds in the sky

A perfect day.

to saviour

Reviews

[Ardra]

Such soothing poem Dee.... I could almost feel the cold water...:)

Mmmm i also enjoyed recently on my trip to armenia.. the cold water but it was a fountain...I went and sat there....the cool water has very calming effect to the Soul... :)

[sette]

and thus the serenity felt while writing this poem is something good for the soul