I watched as swans went gliding by,
Gazing at gracefulness so sleek,
Then spied a dancing dragonfly,
Displaying its beauty, so unique.
And as I sat down by the stream,
The swans majestic, drifted on,
A sight of enchantment so supreme,
As on this scene, the sunbeams shone.
With rippling sounds that filled the air,
So restful that such a gentle tune,
Made this a place extraordinaire,
There, this mild summer afternoon.
The wind moved softly down the creek,
And whispered to the swaying grass,
As if to say, with tongue-in-cheek,
Bow down. Let me unhindered pass.
And so the swans sailed out of view,
Around the bend and out of sight,
The dragonfly with thoughts anew,
Flew off into the warm sunlight.
Thus I was left to contemplate,
How calm and still, this quiet place,
How such a spot can encapsulate,
And my weary heart to so embrace.
Your depictions are so wonderful... the imagery is just so beautiful..... loved every step of the poem.... great writings....
Dear Ernestine This, as with so many of your amazing writes, would be enough to grace any shelf with dignity and style so much to be admired here, so much! ! Love duncan X
echoes of John Clare in the clarity of sentiment and beautiful wordplay. Another excellent write, Ernestine.
Such a gentle, peaceful read, Ernestine. What a lovely poem to end my day with. Ahhh............. Love, Fran xx
The rhyming of odd lines, then the even ones is not done much anymore. Nice technique. Maybe I'll have some fowl for lunch today. You stirred my appetite. (smile!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, Ernestine. It pulled me in visually and mentally to a wonderful summer afternoon beside your creek. Calm, relaxed my heart serene. Thank you. Diane