The Pond Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

The Pond



The pond
There is a pond at the end of the road.
no gate no fences just a little pond.
The grass is green but freshly cut.
You see people there fishing all day long.
The water is very clear as it can be.Just ready to swim in if could be.
The pond in real neatly takes care of.
Because it set near the center of town

Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fishing
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