Christine K. Trease
Christine K. Trease Poems
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Beside The Raging River Rhyme
Beside the raging river rhyme
poetry florets flower with prose.
Scripted sweet petals grow and entwine
English gardens of fragrant rose.
Immortalized in pantomime,
the sonnet's nuance smell,
intertwines with ivy vines
and comely cockleshell.
Flowing water of endless words
gather and come hither.
Make known your message meaningful
before the blossoms wither.
My grandpa is a special one, he lets me climb his tree.
He helped me build a birdhouse, he says he's proud of me.
His face lights up with smiles when he sees me in the drive,
he says I am the reason that he cares to stay alive!
Now, even though I've noticed that he likes to kid around,
when grandpa says, 'I love you' it's an honest, welcome sound.
He loves me very freely in a very special way.
I love to go to grandpa's house to climb his tree and play,
cause I've a special grandpa wh