At the foot of the hollow and rolling hills,
I hear the call of the bob-whites and the whip-or-wills.
In a pool of rippling water the cattails stand
Silence and stillness amid a wind tossed land,
Minnows are chasing all about a race thats never done,
Clear in cool shallows, under a humid sun
Water filled with plants a rich moss green,
Snakes and bullfrogs down paths unseen
Tired old cows come to the muddy waterside
Wades out and cools her tired burning hide
Tree frogs break out in a joyous song
Fireflies hover and float in plants along the way
Summer ponds settles down to sleep
Just awaiting another day.
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Written June 2nd, 2002
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Taking this lovely poem to Poetry Planet!
Thank you very very very much. 
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lovely
very well written blush have a great day
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This is lovely sounds lovely to visit. KInd of like a vaction in the mind. It is beautiful, wonderful. It is very relaxing to the mind. You write so well. I love the poem. Thinking of you wanting to read a delight take care your sis sending her love to you b -
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Good diction and nice imagery. Enjoy much. -
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This is a beautiful mindscape,
written well.
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this is indeed a beautiful and well worded piece, i did very much enjoy -
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Beautiful imagery, beautiful poem!!!
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Yes! I am there, too ... now what a happy gathering: away from all dark and cold ... thanks, Susan, and also for reading my work. -
Thanks you all and i gotso tickled reading gozling comment about the skeeters then went to my moms and sat on the front porch swing and lo and behold in came the skeeter lmao so cute i needed this today thank u all!!!!Blessings Susan!
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enjoyed sitting by the pond... beautiful -
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beaitiful picture, i can almost see myself there, by the pond! -
don't touch it!
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enjoyed this thoroughly!!!
cept can you pass the bug spray? skeeters gettin me :)
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