Treasure Island

Mary Forrester


Pure Delight


Skies awashed in blue and pearl
Sun reflects a beam speckled yellow, green and blue
A blush of poppies amidst the meadow, silver green
Gently swaying in the breeze
Springs rapport with days of yore
Rocks amidst the velvet moss
As waters trickled past
I dropped a pebble and watched the ripple
Until the waters edge
Tis with pure delight I sat amidst the trees
And listened to the music flow

Submitted: Thursday, January 10, 2013
Edited: Friday, January 11, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (9/9/2013 8:36:00 PM)

    I dropped a pebble and watched the ripple
    Until the waters edge
    Tis with pure delight I sat amidst the trees
    And listened to the music flow
    Beautiful! (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (9/9/2013 8:28:00 PM)

    It's a pure delight to imagine the imagery you pictured.
    'I dropped a pebble and watched the ripple
    Until the waters edge
    Tis with pure delight I sat amidst the trees
    And listened to the music flow '
    As though I am sitting beside you and watching this! (Report) Reply

  • Adeline Foster (1/23/2013 5:28:00 PM)

    Indeed unique and interesting free verse, the feeling of peace is poignant. Read mine - O Dearest Love -
    Adeline (Report) Reply

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