Reflections
Down where the narrow river
flows strong and deep
gurgling as it goes
I sit on a grey log
sticking out
like a tongue
from the muddy water
to lick the bowing
bulrushes at its edge
and taste the green grass
swaying tall
in riverbank nook
snuggling in the dell
and dozing in the shade
of weeping willow
where I sit as a statue
just being
with the time
drifting by
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Comments: 31
that is just the reflection l need right now and I will use it as my meditation before l sleep
bridget x
And thank you for your nice comment on this poem.