Morning by Keith D Allison The flow of water Moving gently over the rocks The whispering of the pine As a breeze touches the morning light Upon the crest the snow sparkles In the July sun As the eyes look out upon The flowers in the valley, grass The serenity in the breath, of the new day Yet I long for her hand As the waters Endlessly move to the sea 07/01/2006 Posted on 07/02/2006 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/07/06 at 12:38 AM Natural, sweeping and intimate. I like this very much, Keith. Nice write. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)