jeanne harmon


A Pond - Poem by jeanne harmon

Long since pebbles have touched the water’s surface
Creating ripples as it hits the water
Three friends of old once came here
But will never come back it fears
Untreaden grass dies now in sorrow
The pond hopes that they shall come on the morrow
Ever so patiently it has waited
Old trees surrounding it are outdated
Still it seems to wait true to its purpose
As not the friends who once visited it long ago
The cat tails are drooping and stooping
It gets weary by the second
Still again it stays waiting
Never envying, Never hating


Comments about A Pond by jeanne harmon

  • Rookie Jeffrey Spahr-Summers (2/26/2006 3:53:00 PM)

    Nice imagery Jeanne, I like it too!

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  • Rookie Mary Nagy (2/26/2006 1:33:00 PM)

    I love the way you've personified the pond Jeanne......To think of it patiently waiting to be visited again...very lovely poem. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 26, 2006



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