She was content,
each sigh mingled with the silence
of a new day
beating down ever so gently;
watching meadowlarks
far away, splash one another;
She was content,
here she knew no airs,
nor cared the time of day;
this was her lake,
and all its memories
going over in her mind,
like the gentle laps
upon its shores,
A contest entry
- By the water PIF Quickie by carole21.
1700 points, ended September 30, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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Very beautiful and elaborate. A calming write.
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nice sentiments . . thanks for the contest entry
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Her lake could easly become my lake. A refreshing place to relax, be yourself.
Nice peaceful poem.
Joe
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