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
Nice poem Mary. I had to look up 'Boreen', but what a lovely word it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'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.