Alan Rawlinson

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The Creek - Poem by Alan Rawlinson

The creek it runs just down the road,
the tide it ebbs and flows.
Egrets nest within the reeds,
and the wind it often blows.

Honking Geese are all we hear,
the silence mesmerises,
till waders add their morning call
and the early sun it rises.

The morning sun adds it's it's sparkle,
and the land begins to heat,
a magic moment just at dawn,
It's nature's special treat.

The stunning beauty of it all,
belies the human travesty,
why we seek to fight at all,
and mar this earthly majesty.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Form: ABC

Comments about The Creek by Alan Rawlinson

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/26/2015 6:17:00 AM)

    Honking Geese are all we hear,
    the silence mesmerizes, ....very wonderful imagery is drawn here with this sharing. Nice poem shared...10
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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2015

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