Mary Forrester


The Lark - Poem by Mary Forrester

Golden suns infusion
A new day has begun
Hear the lark sing
As she hovers on the wing
Dancing on a breeze
High above the trees
Soaring to new heights
A clouded vision
Is all that I can see.


Comments about The Lark by Mary Forrester

  • Gold Star - 9,455 Points Khairul Ahsan (9/1/2013 5:01:00 AM)

    A short, beautiful poem.
    Like John Brown, I too am curious to know the reason for the 'clouded vision'. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 222 Points John Brown (11/27/2012 2:27:00 PM)

    A nice poem Mary, which reminds me of my bird-watching days as a young boy. But why 'A clouded vision' pray tell? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 26, 2012



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