THE TRANQUILITY OF WINDERMERE

October 12, 2009
The boats are out again,
On this bright and fresh morning,
Floating up the lake,
Making ripples in the water,
Each ripple reaches the pebbled shore.

The boats sail far to a distant mountain,
As I watch them leave,
So do the leaves leave the trees,
And flutter down into the water,
And the ducks quack on the pebbled shore.

The ducks fuss and racket,
Craving the crumbs falling from my hands,
The boats float back from behind the mountain,
Making ripples in the water,
The ripples and the boats reach the pebbled shore.





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tj12321 said...
Oct. 21, 2009 at 9:28 pm
This paints a great picture in my head making me wish i was there
 
CrystalClosure said...
Oct. 17, 2009 at 7:43 pm
It's very nice. Not quite my style, but very good. You have great word choice, you really paint a amazing word picture! XD
 
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