Pond - Poem by Ronald Chapman
Mirrors Mirrors in a rippling motion.
The sun shinning,
Rings of ripples when anything's away.
Frogs croaking, ribbit 'til the red dawn of day.
Anything reflecting natures way is great!
Flowers, birds, cooling breeze, ducklings quacking, blue, Lilies,
Fish swimming all day behind the mirror.
While waiting for crisp cold days of winter.
When ripples give way to children's laughter skating
On my dulled mirror.
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