I love living on the Edge
dangling my feet from the ledge
my little cottage with thatched roof
is certainly sadness proof
the front door opens
and I can see
valley of flowers
just under my feet
From a little creek
in a
distance mountain peak
I see it flowing
there is a big leak
Its spring waters rushing
for rivers they do seek
Misty mornings
wind chimes calling
and I cannot wait
to go out strolling
Sunshine warms up
wakes up the bees
They get busy working
from flowers to the trees
Butterflies and Birds
wild flowers on the kerb
little vegetable beds
and fragrant patch of herbs
After noons melt into evenings
Soon there will be stars
night has befallen
and deep slumber
Takes over the dark..
Very beautiful imagery in this lovely poem! Nicely descriptive!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful back drop for a sweet home..... So many lovely images...... Enjoyed much!