the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Thursday, 13 December 2012

Denny E. Marshall - 1 Poem


From the top of the hill
Walk down into the valley
The trees are mighty
Gentle to the breeze
The road is pleasant
And the grass green
See her standing
On the path in dress
Stroll and talk
Stopping at a bench
The comfort spreads
Belongs to napping
In holding arms
Felt like real sleep
Dreams of walking
The morning brings

Bio: Denny E. Marshall has had art & poetry recently published and rejected.