Watching the ripples on the pond
The sun a painted setting tint
Lowering itself behind the trees
Hiding from the Moon's show
The sunny reflection of me
My face as I looked into
The murky clear water
Golden orange fish swam
Quickly by as if playing some game
I sat on the green grass
Under a weeping willow
It's crying leaves swept
Gently across my cheek
As I sat thinking of my life
Reminiscing about my friends
And everything good you can see
And everything good you can touch
All these thoughts ran through
Swimming intently into my mind
While I listened closely
To the chirping of the crickets
Watching the water bugs on the pond's surface
I looked across it's softened waters
To the old broken down millhouse
Watching as almost in a trance
The hypnotizing affect of the waterwheel
Spinning slowly round and round
Round and round, water flowing
The wind kissed me " Good Evening"
As a flock of Mallards
Took off for the South
I sat taking every inch in
The fresh air filling my lungs
I stood up as the moon appeared
And headed through the purple field
As chipmunks and squirrels ran home
I headed down the gravel path
Back to my own.
Silver trophy winner
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