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swans
by Peter Humphreysalong
the banks
of the
grand canal
my love
and I
walk by
the reeds
green brown
in winter
chill
wave
fondly to
the sky
I ask my love
if
she is true
she says
as
true
as I
wish I had
not
sat down
to watch
those swans
go gliding
by.
12/22/2005 Posted on 12/22/2005
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 12/23/05 at 01:55 AM Love the way this reads..the rhyme is perfect..the ending leaves the reader wondering..hmmm....
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| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/23/05 at 10:53 PM Lilting....soft touch here, Peter. A wonderful scene. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 04/21/06 at 01:36 PM This little poem creates such a big picture! Almost like a painting, but made of words.. Great job, Peter.. :) |
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