***the Grasslands Of Tranquility*** Poem by Ian Bowen

***the Grasslands Of Tranquility***

Rating: 2.7


A red ball of a sun
sent golden shafts
through the canopy
of ancient oaks; their
gnarled roots
showed above the earth
like a testimony
of their mighty strength.

At the very centre
of a ring of toadstools;
that grew in this clearing,
she stood alone in a gown
of flowing gossamer.

Soon he would arrive
and carry her
to the secrecy
of the long grassses.
His cloak would softly blanket
their lovers bed
as only a voyeur skylark
would hover and witness
a new creation
on the grasslands
of Tranquility.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Wayne Bowen 12 January 2010

A picture painted with words is truly art! Great poem. keep it up..

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Fay Slimm 07 January 2010

dreamy scene painted here Ian - - coloured with nature all through is is a delight to read. - - thank you, and welcome back...... best wishes from Fay

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Carol Gall 07 January 2010

absolutely beautiful made me sigh 10

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