Mary Forrester


Golden Sun Streaming Through - Poem by Mary Forrester

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


Comments about Golden Sun Streaming Through by Mary Forrester

  • Gold Star - 8,943 Points 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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  • Rookie - 139 Points John Brown (9/11/2013 1:02:00 PM)

    Nice poem Mary. I had to look up 'Boreen', but what a lovely word it is. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,729 Points Lorraine Colon (8/30/2013 12:26:00 PM)

    Very nice poem. I pictured each line as I read it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013


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