Dawn Ferrett

Rookie - 233 Points (Portsmouth, Hampshire)

Bottled Joy - Poem by Dawn Ferrett

The sounds of children laughing,
The fresh smell after rain,
The new buds in the Springtime,
The clatter of a train,
The buzzing of the bees
As they pollinate the flowers,
The ticking of the clock
As it counts away the hours,
The taste of Summer berries,
The smell of fresh-baked bread,
The memories of days gone by,
The pillows on my bed.
So many joys I'd bottle up
And keep them close to hand
To open when I'm feeling blue -
Oh! Wouldn't that be grand?

Comments about Bottled Joy by Dawn Ferrett

  • Adeline Foster (7/15/2013 1:55:00 PM)

    Another Wow! of a poem. I do hope you have been writing for a long time. Seems you've got the how of it. Read mine - The Captain's Secret -
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  • Jayne Davies (2/16/2013 8:13:00 AM)

    I wish I had some of it Dawn! Great poem x Well done (Report) Reply

  • John Brown (9/29/2012 5:57:00 AM)

    Lovely stuff Dawn. I enjoyed it. I'd buy a bottle of it any day. (Report) Reply

  • (8/30/2012 2:31:00 PM)

    .....and what a grand poem too. perfect rhythm and rhyme (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilson (4/16/2012 6:12:00 AM)

    Yes it would, and so is that poem, just grand. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012

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