Sylvia Johnston Birlingnair
Poem by Sylvia Johnston Birlingnair
Have you ever heard the rustling of the leaves.
As they flutter through the branches of the trees.
Have you felt a twigs sharp crack beneath your feet
As you tread softly where two pathways meet.
Have you seen the prairie flowers swaying in the breeze
Well I have heard, felt & seen all of these
I've seen the soft silvery shafts of sunlight, shimming through
the mighty oak, & watched in silence as the deer play & wonder
how in frost & snow they cope.
I've heard the wind echoing through mountains high
Where knotty wooded pines reach to the sky
I've watched the sunset over a silvery lake so cold that
suddenly turned the silver into a warm & glowing gold.
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