Friendships,
family ties
the
companionship of little children
an
autumn forest flung in prodigality
against
a deep blue sky, the intricate
design
and haunting fragrance of a
flower,
the counterpoint of a Bach
fugue
or the melodic line of a
Beethoven
sonata, the fluted note
of
bird song, the glowing glory of
a
sunset: the world is aflame with
things
of eternal moment
BY:
E Margaret Clarkson
8 comments:
Rather a nice poem.
Very nice.
R
Love that last line...
Really makes you think, doesn't it?
Margaret.......It is
Chris.........Indeed
Rick..........Thanks
Karen.........Yes it does
Great poem. Have a good evening.
Beautiful friendship poem. We all need friends.
Marg.......Thanks
Nancy.......That we do
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