Throw a stone into a brook
And look
As the water ripples.
Then, when the ripples are gone
You may
Ponder, on yonder
Setting sun, or turn away
For to think on
Days end
Can be painful, my friend.
Throw a stone into a brook
And look
As the water ripples.
Then, when the ripples are gone
You may
Ponder, on yonder
Setting sun, or turn away
For to think on
Days end
Can be painful, my friend.
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Many thanks for sharing my poem, Patty.
Kevin, I enjoyed this one – thought-provoking and poignant. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Donna. I am pleased you enjoyed reading my poem. Best wishes – Kevin