Ronald James de Langen
Ronald James de Langen Poems
|6.||The First Big Snowfall||11/17/2011|
|7.||Hum Drum Life||11/17/2011|
|8.||Thoughts And Images||11/17/2011|
|9.||Mossy Green Rock||11/17/2011|
|17.||The Half-Moon On A Clear Crisp Night||11/17/2011|
|18.||Not Meant To Be||11/17/2011|
|21.||Child Learning To Whistle||11/17/2011|
|22.||A Shadows Life||11/17/2011|
|23.||Childhood Lost, Nay Never Known!||11/17/2011|
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A wonderfull day is unfolding.
A child has gone blackberry picking.
Along a thorn freckled hillside,
these bursting fruits do reside.
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Only sunshine by and by.
Nature’s gladdest moment does shine,
All along that slope of mine.
A happy jaunt in his step,
For blackberry thoughts do pep.
Later on after a culling’s done,
its off to home with berries won.
A silvery silhouette on a morn so clear,
On a beautiful morn for this time of year.
Through the clearing did she appear.
A singsong of doves her voice on the ear.
This apparition dost make clouds in her wake.
A glance towards me I thought, did she take?
A ghost of my mind, perhaps did she fake
that slim smile I thought she did partake?
Closer and closer the apparition doth come,