Marsha Cleveland Poems
- Winding Roads I found the paths leading down to the waters ...
- The Clock I watch the clock as day changes into night. The ...
- The Black Rose You are the 'The Black Rose' that seeds the ...
- The Destiny Of Man It is the destiny of man to explore the ...
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I found the paths leading down to the waters edge just like the brochure described.
The rushing sound was penetrating as it ran over rocks leading downward into the stream.
I stepped into the stream barefooted feeling the tickling between my toes.
Cool icy waters caressing my inner thighs I sighed breathlessly.
The paths of the waters cut winding roads all through the mountains gorge.
I explored them all looking for the perfect “secret place” to call my own.
One particular path was protected with purple irises and yellow lilies keeping
A lookout for all who ...