Dance For Joy

Rating: 5.0

The clouds are a skimming
Over the tops of the trees.
The birds are all chirping
Announcing a dawn symphony.
The world is a turning
In a heaven that’s spinning.
The traffic is moving
In a flow that’s confusing.
And heads are all nodding
In one single motion,
These words that are dancing are free!
And the clouds are a skimming
Over the tops of the trees.

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David Harris 18 February 2007

Nice imagery that dances along the lines in this poem. I gave it ten, but it deserves more. David

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R H 07 December 2006

A delightful run of images here David, really quite whimsical. Kind regards, Justine.

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