Friday, August 31, 2012

Ponds


Peaceful waters of the Sound
Lap the shores beneath my window;
The eagles screech, the herons honk,
Owls hoot in cautious innuendo.

Sometimes while basking in this beauty
I succumb to a heavy heart…
Missing the bullfrogs and the crickets,
The farm pond I loved from the very start.



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