Misty summer mornings have faded ... All but the memory ... Age reached down and jaded ...The things I use to see ... Fog lilting across the waters pond ... Lush the moss grew ... My imagination swam there and beyond ... In natures amazing view ... As I watched the frogs play ... I learned of its beautiful hue ... A brief time ,a youthful way ... Couldnt last I knew ...Joyous, fun, so carefree ... The frogs left, from them I took my cue ... Oh , the picture of them still remain inside of me ...
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt. by Angelflower.
900 points, ended November 7, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Picture credit 'oich_e_Mahrnaay_by_night_fate
Comments
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this was a really lovely write. I like the imagery here. Thank you very much for sharing.. Best of luck in the contest.
Angel
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