Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Sunny Saturday Afternoon


Sitting on a bench
by a small lake in the sun,
watching the ripples on the water
race towards the shore,
the air held a stillness
of a world in tranquility.

I sat and watched Mother Nature
perform in all her glory
from a bench
on a quiet afternoon.
Ducks and Moor Hens
swam silently through the water.

I sat there watching quietly
leaving the rest of the world behind.
The quiet was rejuvenating
to any weakening spirit around,
just sitting there in silence
on a sunny Saturday afternoon.

Submitted: Monday, May 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, May 27, 2013
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25 May 2013

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  • David Wood (5/27/2013 7:20:00 AM)

    Lovely poem Dave. I do exactly the same thing at my local lake when I take my dog for a walk there. (Report) Reply

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