Sylvia Johnston Birlingnair

(Galena, Missouri)


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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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