The different shapes of white and hasty clouds
Are letting see the blue and shiny sky
Just here and there and only for a bit
To show the sun is up and lights the day.
We see the rocky mountains spread around
With green and scattered spots all over them
That are from lonely trees among the stones
Like spears raised from the forest to the top.
Few groups of houses sit below apart
And let the wide and green fields fill the sight
With red and blue and yellow stains about
From warmly coloured flowers on the ground.
A noisy, cold and dark blue stream aside
Is making way through wet and rounded stones
With falling water making white foam there
And sending cool and moisten air throughout.
A wonderful descriptive write painted with words........well penned.
Write comment. Such a beutiful poem, Robert Neest. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the casual almost conversational tone of this poem... you paint a picture without getting florid and that is very appealing to me... " shapes of white and hasty clouds" - - I was captivated by the use of " hasty" , it painted a picture so clear and appealing! ! !