The Valley Poem by michael baker

The Valley



As I gaze upon the valley
Its mother nature and all her splendor.

The heavens open, raindrops falling
Never knew they could fall so tender.

The rolling hills are blessed with
flowers blowing in the breeze.

The birds recite a majestic chorus
The endless calm blue seas.

All these things my senses tally
As I gaze upon the valley.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,senses
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adeline Foster 17 September 2012

Very good this. Read mine - Mitigation - Adeline

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