Golden Sun Streaming Through Poem by Mary Forrester

Golden Sun Streaming Through

Rating: 3.0


Morning dew
Silver mist
Golden sun streaming through
Spider webs
Like silver woven threads
Drops hung
Like diamonds in the sun
Blades of grass bending down
All along the Boreen
That brought me through the
Rolling hills that morn
As I sat down by the stream
A blessed place to rest and
Listen to the echo of the rippling
Waters flow
Through the winding valley of my dreams
In days of long ago
Morning dew
Silver mist
Golden sun streaming through

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khairul Ahsan 19 May 2014

'Morning dew Silver mist Golden sun streaming through' - Wonderful lines to begin with, and to end the poem with. Superb imagery! 'Blades of grass bending down All along the Boreen' - A charming, picturesque expression. A poem that deserves 10/10.

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John Brown 11 September 2013

Nice poem Mary. I had to look up 'Boreen', but what a lovely word it is.

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Lorraine Colon 30 August 2013

Very nice poem. I pictured each line as I read it.

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