Allen Steble

Rookie - 0 Points (20/04/1987)

Fresh Spring Air - Poem by Allen Steble

The miracles are there
Like sweet spring dew
In the fresh morning air
If you don't open your eyes
You will miss out
On the gift wrapped surprise
That is to be seen in life
If you don't allow yourself to feel
You may miss out
On all that is real
Open your eyes
Open your heart
See the joys in life
Appreciate its art
The miracles are there
Like sweet spring dew
In the fresh morning air

Comments about Fresh Spring Air by Allen Steble

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (5/13/2014 4:57:00 AM)

    Allen This is a good piece of poetry I like it (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 5,183 Points Hans Vr (5/31/2013 8:01:00 AM)

    Wow, Allen, just this morning I think I had a siimilar experience.
    I was out in the mroning sun and enjoyed the scenery so thoroughly that I wanted to shout to all my family members inside the house, come out, come out.
    This poem is excellently written, a source of inspiration. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,127 Points Dave Walker (5/27/2013 3:56:00 PM)

    A great poem, like it. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,429 Points Smoky Hoss (5/26/2013 5:52:00 PM)

    Very good, words of wisdom. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 6, 2013

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