Mary Forrester

Golden Sun Streaming Through

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

Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (5/19/2014 11:43:00 PM)

    '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. (Report) Reply

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