I sat in my garden, late on Sunday night, the tempreture
was high as the swallows made there fly, small bats came
from nowhere, they were joint with the flare of a wonderful
summers evening that I too can declare.The smell of the jasmin,
lilly, and the rose; my whole life was forgoten, but my passion rose.,
for the beauty of wildlife which was there at my toes.
Marsh frogs that came from out of the blue,
this was so beautiful I could hardly belive it was true.
With a glass of wine in my hand, I felt as if I owened all the land.
If I was to go to Heaven tomorrow, then I would truely
have no sorrow; because I have seen the world
at its best, it's an experence that is a cut above the rest.
Life cannot be better when life is wild and free so please
keep that axe well away from the tree.
We can all find a life with passion for the green,
but if we abide by it, that remains to be seen.
God bless you all. Sylvie
Such a happy poem, Sylvia, it lifts the spirit. Need I say more? Love, Fran xx Oh, and I agree with everything Duncan has written x
A WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE yes! this would sum up all of your works to-date you are a fine writer, one that I have come to admire and I love reading your poems so much! you have so many qualities and, if we keep the axe away from the tree, we will see that nature can be so beautiful and healing Love Duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful, positive piece. It is truly a tonic for the soul.. You are a very gifted poet. Love, Sandra