THE RIVER WATERS
by Paul Curtis The river waters Take their time Slowly meandering Through fragrant meadows Copse and wood Rural idylls all Where time stands still. Swans use a quiet ait As an islet sanctuary But the quiet waters Though slow of purpose Have no time to dwell And are reluctantly Bound for the sea I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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