06-05-2015, 04:59 PM
here is my first posting, I wrote this in February 2015, i love this poem myself but I'm sure it has huge flaws, my poetry comes from my head onto the page and thats it, i don't edit or change it much just put it down, ctitique is so much appreciated as I don't show my poems to anyone, good or bad I'll learn loads and look forward to it. Thanks and don't be kind, be truthful.
37*. Precious Time.
Flow of a stream
a trickle,
Tender and soft,
Constant.
Moss on trees,
beautiful fern leaves.
Nature's fragrance.
So fresh So clean.
On the moist ground,
insects about.
Lives acting out,
For survival.
The early morning call,
Birdsong at dawn,
Dew on the ground,
The day rises.
Later at noon,
A path we hew,
continue on,
to our day's reward.
We'll stay a while,
Enjoy this time,
Place filled with sounds,
Nature's around.
To get away,
Spend the day,
Time spent here,
So precious.
Copyright poppoetry.
37*. Precious Time.
Flow of a stream
a trickle,
Tender and soft,
Constant.
Moss on trees,
beautiful fern leaves.
Nature's fragrance.
So fresh So clean.
On the moist ground,
insects about.
Lives acting out,
For survival.
The early morning call,
Birdsong at dawn,
Dew on the ground,
The day rises.
Later at noon,
A path we hew,
continue on,
to our day's reward.
We'll stay a while,
Enjoy this time,
Place filled with sounds,
Nature's around.
To get away,
Spend the day,
Time spent here,
So precious.
Copyright poppoetry.