Charles Ghigna - Father Goose®
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Echoing waves of rhyme;
The pond becomes a concert
When the moon is in her prime.
A chorus of croaks from the lily pads,
A choir of crickets on shore;
The pond is tuning up again,
Come hear the music soar!
I love iet when the pond tunes up. :) Esp. nice thought on this chilly morn.
Thank you for hosting Poetry Friday...and for pondering my pond! ;-)
Oh, the words "ponder" and "pond" should spend more time together!
Thanks, Shoshana. I want to read your "pond/ponder" poem when it's ready!
I love your poems and can't wait to show them to my 7-year-old poetry lover.
(A ponder/pond poem of sorts)When the day gives way to wanderI can trek to towns beyond orsimply sit beside a pond orjust a rain-created lake,for there's naught of which I'm fonderthan daydream carried yonderwhen it's up to me to ponderjust the shape my time will take.
Thanks, Shoshana!Great poem! Great lines!"...there's naught of which I'm fonderthan daydream carried yonderwhen it's up to me to ponder..."Ponder on! Ponder on!
Thank you! I'm glad you like it!
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