The Feather Poem by Phil Soar

The Feather



I looked into the sky, and saw a feather drifting by
It swayed upon and warm and summer breeze
I reached out my right hand, as the feather came to land
And it tickled me to death, and made me wheeze

Thursday, September 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sumit Ganguly 15 September 2016

I loved this poem, so read many of your recent posts, saved 'Streams of words' for repeated readings. Thank you for such a fine texture in weaving.

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