Ian Bowen

In The Right Place - Poem by Ian Bowen

Meadows, danced with the beams
of an early-to-rise sun.
Among these pillars of dusty shafts,
speckles of the harvest,
floated in a whimper of a breeze.
A stream of steam, from a stream,
streamed upwards, and vanished.
A lone willow dipped its arms,
and trailed into the cooling waters.
Life was now waking, washing its eyes,
ready to join in the glory of a new day.

The poet stopped, sat...and wrote.

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  • (2/9/2010 4:13:00 AM)

    what can i say?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 9, 2010

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