A cool stream of water,
With ripples so clear,
Large, old cottonwoods
Standing near.
Casting their shadow
Across the bed of the stream,
As the water rushes forward
So fresh and clean.
Standing pools of water
Reflect the clear, blue sky
And the cotton white clouds,
As they pass by.
A leaf falls
From a large cottonwood,
It floats down steam
Like a toy boat would.
The rocks cause a foam
As water rushes on it's way.
Painting a perfect picture,
Of a quiet country day.
I see this scene often,
And it's quite a sight,
When my mind is free
And my eyes closed tight.
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Write a poem, any length, any subject, but must rhyme at the end of every other line. |
Author Notes
Dreaming of sights I used to see in my youth.
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