The Lark Poem by Mary Forrester
The Lark
Rating: ★4.0
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.
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John Brown
27 November 2012
A nice poem Mary, which reminds me of my bird-watching days as a young boy. But why 'A clouded vision' pray tell?
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5/4/2024 7:16:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A short, beautiful poem. Like John Brown, I too am curious to know the reason for the 'clouded vision'.